I call for JJ. Its time to head for home, over the mountains, back to the green side of Washington. No response. I head back to the spare bedroom where he likes to spend his time. There is a full size dog bed in that room. Its actually a full size bed for humans to sleep in, but as long as its not occupied by a human JJ considers it his dog bed.
He stands quietly, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
He utters not a peep. Its like he knows he’s staring at himself and he’s trying to figure that out.
If Benny is on the bed upstairs, JJ will bark excitedly so Benny his brother will jump up and run downstairs to see what’s shaking. JJ then takes the choice spot on the bed. He barks at us and leads us to the kitchen when he’s hungry. He steals my pillow and my bed space if I give him any room to do so. He barks at the bottom of the stairs so Jack or I will escort him up the stairs. We’re body guards for him, so he safely makes it upstairs without enduring a horrible attack by his brother Benny. The thing is Benny has never, ever attacked him, period. We’re outwitted and well trained.
And his mirror fascination. It could be he’s admiring himself. People constantly tell me what cute dogs I have. Maybe he believes his own press. I’m contemplating naming him as Head of Household on our taxes.
Life and Befuddlement 