Puppy love
It's a foul, horrendous, beastly day here. It rained last night and this morning, and now it's gray and ridiculously humid out. I took Flash and Henry out for a walk and we couldn't go by Libby's store without stopping in to enjoy both her company and her a/c. She's been bringing her dog in to work with her. His name is Wyatt. He's a sheltie. Also, he's beautiful. Also, he thought Flash was smokin' hot. They mingled a bit through the dog gate and when Flash seemed to be okay with him, Libby let Wyatt out into the store. He made a beeline for Flash and commenced what would end up being ~10 minutes worth of walking around her, checking her out, nosing between her shoulder blades, poking his nose up and down her back, and panting, lots and lots of panting. Flash was a cool cat throughout all of this, alternately standing, sitting, and finally just laying herself down as flat as possible against the floor. Usually when another dog tries any funny business with her she really lets him have it, so I was surprised by her general non-reactive reaction. Finally Wyatt decided that the rest of the world needed to know that Flash was his girl so he lifted his leg to mark her but Libby jumped up and put him back behind the baby gate before he was successfull. It was quite a show. A little later she gave Wyatt another chance at freedom and after a few preliminary sniffs he tried to mark Flash again, and once again he went right back behind the baby gate where he spent the rest of our visit whining in protest. To be so close and yet so far...