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“The Circle Of Fear”

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“Maryann” The God-Dog*

She doesn’t like baths, but it was such a hot day today that she didn’t seem to mind.

*God-dog (if something happens to her human, she comes to live with me.)

Dog/Otter/Teddy Bear/Cat/Thing…

Don’t ask me what it is, I only drew it.

Maryann is my God-dog. Should anything happen to her owner, I get custody of her.

She’s a little spoiled, but that’s not uncommon with rescued animals. She brings her owner everyday for a short visit after her walk. Not one for social graces, Maryann enters without the usual greeting. The moment I open the door, she walks right past me to inspect the traffic area from the front door to the kitchen, and back again. Once back in the living room she sits up straight, looks up at me, and gives a nod.

This is Maryann’s way of saying, “Okay, I’m here. Where’s my treats?”

I say “treats” (plural) because Maryann gets three treats each visit: two small Milk Bones and one small Pedigree Marrow Bone. There must be something special in the Pedigree Marrow Bones because Maryann just loves them. We’ve affectionately come to call them “Doggy Crack”.

Maryann has learned how to count to three. Give her one or two, she knows there’s another coming and will sit and stare at you until you present it.

Maryann loves to stare. There are times when she’ll stand there and just stare at you. She doesn’t sit and stare. She stands and stares. At first, we thought it meant she needed to go out. But no, Maryann is just fond of standing and staring. It’s just her thing.

Maryann will sit, turn around, lay down, and even stand on her hind legs for a treat. But the minute she’s counted all three treats, she’s ready to go. So there’s a lot of play that happens between treats. Then finally, after the third and final treat, Maryann stands by the front door and stares at the doorknob. She’s had her treats and it’s time to go.

Smart dog. ;)