You know the feeling. Engrossed in reading a book, or working on your computer, you suddenly feel it. The dog stare. Lucky and Katie are masters of the dog stare. They will come over and gaze at you with such earnestness, you have no choice but to respond.
"Want to go out?" No.
"Want to play?" No.
It seemed that all Katie wanted last night was some love. I rubbed her head, massaging her forehead and behind her ears, working my way down the back of her neck. Apparently that was it. She just closed her eyes, letting the weight of her head sink her chin deeper into the sofa cushion. Sometimes she's so cute I can hardly stand it. Neither Lucky or Lady do this thing that she does, where she rests her chin on the sofa, or chair, or on your leg, gazing up at you with those big soft brown eyes. I've never had any dog do that before. It's adorable.
I wonder what she's thinking. Katie is by far the hardest dog to "read." She's such a serious little dog. Lucky is just a happy-go-lucky boy (no pun intended) always, under all circumstances, and Lady, well, I'm pretty sure I know what's going on in her sweet neurotic head most of the time. She's probably the easiest to read. But Katie is tough. There are times when she's obviously happy - like anytime food is involved, or when someone comes home who has been away for awhile. But all that in between time. She's quiet, and serious, and sometimes I catch her watching me. What is she thinking? Is she happy? I hope so.
A penny for your thoughts, Miss Katie?