Piper wasn’t afraid of much. As I type this out, I can only think of a handful of times where she would come to me with anxiety. Maybe a bee stung her or she heard something out of the ordinary. I never actually narrowed down any specific reason she showed any signs of fear. A lot of times, she was the opposite. Like a big dog in a little dog’s body. But she wasn’t all bark, either. At the dog parks, for instance, it was ME who had anxiety because… “Piper might pick a fight today.” If another dog sniffs Piper’s rear-end the wrong way (is there a right way??) or it’s just getting too close to her majesty, Piper *might* howl and if they’re small enough, Piper would pin them down. Mostly small game, that’s what she was really interested in. Rabbits, moles, oh there was a crawfish situation. Here she is with the crawfish like they’re in round 3 of a no-holds barred WWE match.
Come to think of it, she didn’t like water much. Baths, of course, were high on her list of dislikes. Ocean, lakes, she’d go in but very infrequently. It’s not that she was scared, I should point out. I think she treated that sort of activity as beneath her. Royalty doesn’t need the fun that peasants take part in. Last summer, with the Florida heat being what it is, I propped up a hose so she could have a refreshing mist to stay cool. Did she like it? Hmm, I doubt it. But was she going to let me see her back down? Not a chance. Here she is in the mist, defiant while still giving me a bit of a side eye for good measure.
I miss you ol’ girl.
-Out of the Wilderness
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