Aaaaaaaand, Scene!

So, last night Baxter (yellow lab #1) really wanted to play with Cydney (yellow lab #2). He scrunched down in that cute pounce position, front legs and paws on the floor, tail straight up in the air and wagging about 100 mph. He barked. He growled. He humped. (Incidentally, I think he’s confused about the whole humping thing. He sort of just stands next to her and dry humps the air, while she gives him this what-the-hell look.) All this to no avail. Cydney, who at 10 years old, pretty much just wants to sleep all day, yawned widely and rolled over on her other side, her back to Baxter. Baxter stood there for a moment contemplating the rejection, hung his head down and made his way over to the loveseat next to me, all hangdog looking for all the world like Eeyore. It was so sad and pitiful. He’s an older dog, too-around eight-but he’s never really grown out of the puppy stage. He’s so melodramatic. The only thing missing was the “aaaaaaand, scene!” gesture with his paw.