I call it the Merlin splat. Jim lays down quietly on the couch to watch TV and then all of a sudden a 40 pound dog leaps on to his chest – splat – and says love me! Just like that. He did that to me once. I now sit upright.
There is something about Merlin that makes you laugh at the antic. He is not shy. And he doesn’t care if you don’t want him. He sprawls across you, happy to just have you know he has arrived on the scene. Ready for total love.
Merlin has discovered the significance of a leash as well. It means walking. And if it’s not him, he’ll make you pay. He’ll bark the entire time you have gone on a walk with another dog. He is so smart I am pretty sure we could teach him to pick up the leash and bring it to us. The only problem with that is that he would do exactly that – all the time.
You have already heard of his antics in a chase with other dogs. But he also likes it when you join in. Especially when he has something in his possession that clearly belongs to you. He loves Jim’s hats. You can find them in a couple of places in the garden. He would be quite delighted if you chased after him for the hat. Occasionally when we forget who is watching, you can find us doing just that. It is pretty pathetic. Merlin loves it. Stupid humans, he laughs.
Photo by Erik Christiansen