I came downstairs around noon today. It didn't take more than a few seconds to realize who was in charge - Sydney, the visiting dog.
Sydney had gotten up from her bed (the first actual movement I have seen) and was walking over toward Helaine. The reaction from Helaine and Steffie was along the lines of what you'd expect just before an eruption of Mt. St. Helens.
Nowhere in the world does slow walking get as much scrutiny... and I'm including Tyra Banks and America's Next Top Model!
Helaine has become Sydney's spokesman. "She wants to be petted." "Be gentle."
As a cloud of dog fur fell off Sydney, I rubbed her back. I've never met a dog who didn't crave this, including Sydney.
When next I caught sight of Sydney, she and Helaine were in the kitchen. Sydney was standing up, but Helaine was on her knees. I think this is also how it works when you meet the Queen.
Only two days here and Helaine was on the floor feeding Sydney piece-by-piece. Are we trained yet, or what?
When Amy returns, there's a better than even chance Sydney will find a way to avoid detection... hiding in some hidden corner of the house. Even dogs don't want to leave a vacation at the spa.
