I had an interesting experience with Mr. Gypsy last night that I simply want to share. I hope Bill and Kathy read this. Here is what happened…
I felt a gentle nudge on my right cheek last night that awakened me around 2:30 am. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a blurry, furry face with an elongated snout and a wet black nose at the end of it. As my eyes adjusted and focused as they do every time I wake up, a lightning fast flick of a tongue lightly lashed me just below my right eye. That was strange! Gypsy is not a licker/kisser, whatever you call a dog that licks a lot. So, having gotten a quick, light lick from my dog at 2:30 in the morning meant that Gypsy was earnestly trying to communicate with me. At least, that’s how I took it. So, I asked him, (fully knowing that he would understand me), “what’s up, buddy?” Gypsy let out a loud, wet “PFFF”, spraying me with Gypsy-nose condensation – Lovely! Yeah, right.
So, my next question was more to the point, – “you need to go outside?” That question evoked quite a response as Gypsy started barking in his very high, ear-piercing shrill of a bark! And, he would not stop barking until I stumbled out of my bedroom, through the house, almost tripping over my running shoes (what the heck are those doing in the middle of the living room?), opened the back door to let him out. He bolted past me and stopped immediately at the bottom of the steps in the backyard. He then, turned back around and sprinted back into the house! He didn’t even attempt to pee in that brief moment he was outside. What the heck was that all about? Why did this dog drag me out of bed, leading me to believe that he had to use the bathroom only to turn around the moment he steps outside and then run back in? I stood at the doorway to the backyard in just my underwear trying to understand what this craziness was all about. I looked down at Gypsy and he was looking right up at me as happy as a clam with that little nub of a tail wagging 150 mph. How can I get mad at that happy little hairy face? You know, I believe we all have one super power that we spend our whole lives trying to find. Gypsy found his! Gypsy’s super power is his magical ability to always put a smile on my face even when I’m standing in the cold doorway of my backyard just wearing underwear in the middle of the night. I smiled back at him, bent down and held his head in my hands and pressed my forehead to his, our eyes meeting and said, “love you, little buddy.” Gypsy then ran out of the mudroom, through the laundry room and into the kitchen.
I closed the back door, walked into the kitchen where I found Gypsy standing next to the fridge, looking at me and then back at the fridge. I definitely knew what this meant. For whatever reason, Gypsy felt that waking me up at 2:30 in the morning and making me freeze my you-know-whats as he darted in and out of the backyard was something deserving of a “t.r.e.a.t”. I never say the word, “t.r.e.a.t”, – not around Gypsy, that is. If you do say that word he will literally blast out your ear drums with his high-pitch shrill incessant barking! I’m not kidding!
Well apparently, Gypsy talked me into giving him a t.r.e.a.t for waking me up at 2:30 am because I opened the fridge and got him one of his you-know-whats and gave it to him. His little nub of a tail was wagging so fast as I gave him the t.r.e.a.t that I truly thought it was going to lift him up off the floor and send him hovering around the kitchen like a helicopter.
Finally, I said, “okay buddy. Time to go back to bed” and with that said, Gypsy ran out of the kitchen, through the house, his feet clippity-clopping along the hardwood floors and then I hear the springing mattress sound of Gypsy’s weight on the bed. I get to my bedroom and Gypsy is on his corner of the bed laying on his two blankets and he’s gnawing on one of his many raw hides that are scattered about the house. He’s a little spoiled, I’ll admit.
Once I got back into bed and shut off the lights and tried to go back to sleep I feel Gypsy’s weight on my chest and get a whiff of the rank raw hide he was gnawing on which he proceeds to drop on my neck. Nice.
So, I reach out with my left hand and turn on the lamp by my bed and there is Gypsy as happy as clam looking right at me, right through me! If you have ever been privileged enough to be in the company of an Australian Shepherd you know what I mean about getting that deep look from one that seems to peer right into your soul. I swear, I’ve only witnessed that deep stair in Aussies and in wolves, two very intelligent canines. Any way, Gypsy just stared at me with his front paws resting on my chest. I asked, “what’s up, buddy?” and his response was a quick-sharp low-pitched bark and then he hit my chin with his nose. Gypsy usually nudges me when he wants my attention and that is usually to either go outside or for me to pet him. This time, the nudge was definitely for petting him. I petted him for about 10 minutes. He then suddenly stood up and went back to his corner of the bed and laid down. I’m not sure what that was all about but it seemed like a very special moment between my dog and I.
Gypsy is a very special dog. I love that dog so much!
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