He's big. And furry. And mostly has kept himself planted firmly on terra firma. (More precisely, "carpet plusha," because he doesn't spend much time hanging out in the uncarpeted rooms of our home.)But Saturday evening changed all that. With a cozy fire crackling at my elbow, and having just put down a good book, I turned to see that white snout resting on my knee, and those green-glowing eyes gazing into mine. Imploringly, it seemed.
I stared back. And, a moment later, saw a paw join the snout. Then, another.
And before I knew it, I had about 60 pounds of collie in my lap, searching for a sweet spot of rest.
McAllister has been unfailingly polite and perhaps a bit tentative as he has settled in to our home. He did put his snout up on a couple of occasions while we were relaxing in the late evening, but I think it was more out of interest for the snack foods that were just beyond his reach.
But this is the first time he has crawled all the way up. I don't think he was so terribly comfortable while he was up there -- he whimpered a couple of times and made his way back down pretty quickly. (Oh, those arthritic joints...)
I was happy for his achievement, though, and even though he is unaware of this blog, I'll let him know that his accomplishment has been noted for posterity.
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