(The vid gets brighter.) Josie O greets Angel Joe after he’s ridden his bike home from work. Usually she stretches out her back legs when he holds her up. Didn’t do it. But you do get a brief look at “wavy paws.” She turns into a soft marshmallowy thing by the end.
The first time Josie encountered deer in our tiny yard, there were three of them, including a young buck. She rushed up and started yelling at them, and they turned to flee for just an instant before the buck turned back with a look that said, “I bet I could stomp you into mush.” At which point I called Josie rather urgently, and she came in. Since then, I’ve told her not to bother deer, and it’s worked well, as the following illustrates.
Josie and Joe went out in the yard the other day, and there was a big doe standing right there, ten or twelve feet away. Joe very gently said, “See the deer, Josie?” Josie looked where he pointed, then started craning her neck from side to side, like, “What are you pointing at? Is there something behind the deer?”
Josie O sleeps in a bed in the corner of our bedroom, because otherwise she sits in the bay window downstairs and barks at imaginary things during the night. Musette, our cat, is shut out of the bedroom, because she can jump on the bed and wake us up.
Every morning, Josie sits beside the bed in silence, waiting for us to wake up. Eventually Joe leans down and brings her into the bed, where she romps around licking us. But after her big greeting, she goes to the edge of the bed and asks to get down. Once on the floor, she runs to the door, because our cat Musette is waiting just outside, and Josie wants us to let her in. She and Musette greet each other, and Josie goes back to her bed while we fuss over the cat. It’s very sweet.
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