April 12, 2010

White Dog loves the warm days of Springtime canyon winds that come sweeping through our neighborhood and dance through her fur and make everything in the yard sway to its song. Quinn, on the other hand, has seemed a little timid of the flapping and whooshing noises. This afternoon as I sat cleaning my brushes, I looked out to see White Dog and Quinn standing side-by-side. It seemed as though White Dog was teaching her brother how to enjoy the gusts because everything she did, he copied...she stood squarely into the wind...so did Quinn...she threw her back and closed her eyes in bliss...he did the same...she shook her whole body for maximum floofiness...Quinn followed suit. Then they just stood; shoulder to shoulder; and White Dog didn't mind that he was crowding her space; and Quinn didn't seem a bit nervous. After a while White Dog came in and hopped up to join me. Seconds later, Quinn came bounding into the house in near zoomies he was so pleased with himself. White Dog broke the spell by barking a territorial growl at Quinn for using her entry. But for a brief few minutes...