Actually, that should be one smart big puppy. Gary was looking at the photo he took of Savannah on her first day here and when he bent down towards her, that cute little puppy nose was about up to his knee. Now if my husband bends down that way, Savannah's nose is up near his face. I'm guessing she must be over 50 pounds by now, and the neighbors keep telling me how much bigger she's gotten since she's been here.
Savannah still has that puppy-playfulness, even though she's quiet and docile most of the time. She loves to play and that urge to toss her toys around and retrieve a tossed ball mostly comes out at night when my husband is watching TV and I'm trying to read. Savannah sees us sitting quietly in the TV room and she'll come bouncing into the room and then jump up on the sofa as easily as a deer jumping over a fence in the pasture. For such a large puppy, Savannah can be somewhat graceful, except when she over-jumps and one of her paws lands on your leg... and then you realize just how much she has grown.
It amazes me that this puppy who was so timid with both my husband and myself now can't seem to get enough of us. If my husband and I are both sitting on the sofa in the TV room, Savannah will slowly climb up between us and manage to get half of her body on me and the other half on my husband. While Savannah is trying to get herself comfortable, Gary and I are trying to move to the very ends of that sofa to give Savannah more room. (What's wrong with that picture?) Savannah's bed is in a corner of the breakfast room and she will lay down in her bed while my husband and I are eating. Before our meal is finished, though, Savannah leaves that bed and sits down by Gary, putting her head on his knee just in case he doesn't see her sitting there. My husband will give her a little taste of whatever he's eating, then he'll say "She's learning a bad habit here, but what the heck..."
This morning I walked with Savannah up to one of the neighbors' houses... they're out of town and I've been checking on their pet bird (Margaret Hatcher) every day. Savannah walked very nicely all the way up their driveway, and then followed me to their yard and into the back door as if she'd been up on that property every day. We got into the house and I kept Savannah on her leash as we went into the little room where the cockatiel's cage was... Savannah was curious about the bird and walked slowly up to the cage while I checked Margaret's food and water dishes. That's when Margaret decided to show off.... and she looked down at Savannah and said very loudly and clearly "Whatcha doing there?!"
Well, Savannah certainly wasn't expecting that... and she turned around quickly to leave the room and was confronted by a wall of mirrors that she hadn't seen when she went into the room because her eyes had been on Margaret. I guess that was the first time Savannah had ever seen herself in a mirror before and she didn't know what to think... was that another dog? Did these people have a bird in a cage and a dog behind glass? While Savannah was pulling at the leash to get out of that room, Margaret called out with a "Woof-woof-woof whatcha doing there?!"
That ended the visit with Margaret and Savannah pulled the leash so far away from the bird's cage that she was halfway into the laundry room while I was still getting out of Margaret's room. Back out the door we went and I heard one last "Woof-woof-woof!" from Margaret just before Savannah's paws got to the driveway. I was laughing most of the way down that driveway.
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