Note right before Mother moves my forelock, it is actually as long as my nostrils. Sigh. I miss it sometimes.
Once I really met Mother, ie she pet me that summer day on her first visit , I knew she was my person. I just had to wait while she figured it out. The second day of that autumn trip, she brought one of the hay women with her. I wouldn't let them near me. When Mother approached by herself, I was happy to visit with her; then the other human could come up. I was like that for a really long time, weeks actually, using Mother as my buffer, until I realized that humans were not going to eat me, and are (mostly) OK.
Awww family videos! We all gotta suffer through them,just be thankful you weren't dressed in something embarassing.ReplyDelete