My dog has this thing she does where she tries to be much taller than she is; she puts her rear legs in the air and pees in a front hand-stand. For real. She clearly picked this dominance-seeking behavior up in doggy day care, as I’m a bad puppy mom who left her there from time to time while I went to work each day. I would have taught her better manners if I were around, but alas, we cannot have it all (contrary to every feminist blog I can’t escape). I suspect she picked this up from a gang of smaller dogs, maybe the chihuahuas (never really trusted them–pointy ears and noses is too much pointy anything). Nevertheless, she’s picked it up and now I have to gently push her bum down to remind her of better manners when strangers walk by so that she’s not scooped up by a casting director for the next season of American Horror Story.
When 9 PM rolls around, she gets up from her fifth nap of the day to look at me with a bit of judgement, as if to say, “seriously, it’s past our bed time mommy.” Then she sighs heavily and spins on her haunches to go into the bedroom without me. She’s quite independent when she wants to be, and she’ll decide what her energy level is, thank you. She has no dimmer; the switch is either fully on or fully off. And Caesar’s rules of “no touch, no talk, no eye contact” aren’t tolerated in her world. You will acknowledge her, or she will die trying.
In the mornings, she can’t be bothered to get up from the bed unless or until there’s food involved. And once it’s clear that “barkfast” is on its way, only then will she leap from the bed to plop down on the floor, scratch her back on the carpet, and stick her butt in the air (no, not to pee) to stretch her front legs. And just as she finishes stretching, her little butt, which has a white stripe up the center just like a reindeer’s, she plops over and promptly goes back to rest until “barkfast” is served. For emphasis, she sometimes does this adorable little howl while she’s stretching to let me know she’s got a strong opinion on the matter.
So some days I push her handstand bum down to feign politeness and other days I just let her go and say, “go on witycha bad self, Rudolph!” Either way, she’s my unique fuzzbutt and I wouldn’t trade her bum-in-the-air-pee-style for anything. I’m in love with this sturdy gal, quirks and all.