Tisen is lying on the balcony in the sun, basking like he wants a tan. Pat carries his bed out, trying to make him more comfortable. Tisen gets up and comes in instead.
They seem to have taken a step backwards in their bonding today. When Pat leaned in close while we were at the computer together, Tisen’s head suddenly appeared between us as he issued a growl. He refused to eat the breakfast Pat prepared for him. I mixed some pulled pork in it to get him to eat half of it.
He also bolted at bed time last night, not only refusing to get into his crate, but refusing to come into the bedroom. He ran behind the couch and lay down, refusing to get up even for me. We decided to let him sleep in the living room, but we left the door open in case he changed his mind.
He didn’t. In the morning, he was curled up on the couch. Perhaps I am going through more withdrawal than he is because I got up at 6:30AM and cuddled with him for a half an hour before going back to bed.
Then, Pat took him for his morning walk and made him breakfast. And still he acts like Pat is not allowed to touch me! Maybe I shouldn’t have cuddled with him on the couch. I am having a hard time with kicking him out of the bed. He acts strange and distant sometimes now. He’s a stubborn boy who knows his own mind, that’s for sure.
He just woke from a dream again, jumping off the couch and running towards the open balcony door. He stands at the door looking at his bed lying outside and seems confused. He stands there for a good 30 seconds or so like he’s trying to get his bearings. He looks around and then heads for the water bowl. I’m certain he had no idea where he was. I wonder if he is relieved when he realizes he’s with us?
After a long drink, he returns to his spot next to me, licks his paws and settles in for another nap. I wonder if he will ever stop dreaming about whatever it is that makes him suddenly run away?
I can’t help but make a video when he starts snoring. He cracks me up.
For today’s photography experiment, I decide to do landscape photography on the vertical. I head down to Renaissance Park and see what new ways I can find to look at the things I see 4x a day.
I look for an interesting angle to shoot the wetlands overlook from. I head off the beaten path and soon find myself crawling in the grass, trying to get a low angle. Once again, I am attracting the stares of strangers. I wish I would have gotten a little more water in the frame, but I have to get used to composing while lying on my belly.
aww, I’m no pet psychologist but seems like Tison is trying to gain some independence due to dreams of abandenment.. I don’t know what I am talking about but I lovedthe vid of him snoring lol. In the vid he looked bigger to me than I had imagined. He’s a doll. I hope he figures out whatever is worrying him.
LOL! I hope so, too. 🙂
He sounds so much like my husband it is not funny! He is so cute!
That might explain your sleep issues! :-).
Yeah, but not lately…:) Take care!
Oh, sorry–bad joke on my part. 😦
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