We were out of town for a couple days (looking for a new place to live) and, when we came back, our springer spaniel, Grace, was positively giddy to be home. She danced and spun, and panted with absolute, perfect joy. I rarely see her so full of happiness. She’s “meh” about food and downright grumpy about Otis. She loves affection, but gets violent if she feels it’s being taken away too suddenly. (She’ll scratch your face if you try to quit petting her early.) She’d rather not be pet at all than tolerate substandard pets. But, one thing fills her heart with love.
Grace is becoming part of the couch. She sleeps there from the time we get up in the morning (she has a bed upstairs with us) to the time we call her back upstairs for bed at night. She’ll literally leave her upstairs bed in the morning and go straight for the couch. I have to tug on her to get her outside to go to the bathroom. Grace and the couch are apart only during meals, bathroom breaks, and walks. It’s a love unlike any other. Occasionally, she’ll lower herself to sleep on the love seat, but it’s never by choice. That is her couch, she only lets the rest of us sit on it once in a while.
Grace and the couch had their touching reunion Sunday night and Monday I tried to take her for a walk. Apparently, it was too soon. She couldn’t leave the couch again. She walked about a block before deciding she needed to be near the couch, so I had to take her home. She immediately climbed onto the couch.
It’s a Hepburn-Bogart situation. I love the romance.
I’m hoping to lure her away for a walk tomorrow morning, but after an absence of several days, I suspect her heart really did grow fonder. It may be tough to pry her away. I’d be a monster to even try.