Spartacus was barking hysterically this evening. Now, that dog does not bark usually. It is actually a pretty attractive trait of his, unlike his tendency to lean into you while you are petting him to the point that he knocks you both over. He then pouts and simpers when you stop petting him but for the love of GOD DOG I AM ALREADY BRUISED UP ENOUGH FROM CHARLIE!!!
Deogie is the one who barks because he has little dog Napoleon syndrome. He also has a bit of an identify crisis, mostly due to him not being a Pitt Bull like he wants to be. Maximus is just a moron and if you push him over, he just falls over and lies there. Which is nice when you want him to stay, but kinda sad when he can't find his way out from under a blanket.
But Spartacus, unless you have a bowl of food or a bone, does not like to exert even a quarter of the energy that Deogie so effortlessly expends being a ball of anxiety or that Maximus spends being floppy. So when he barks, I usually look immediately whereas with the other two, I take my time.
Looking outside tonight, across the empty field just beyond the walnut tree at the edge of my property, there was a man emptying his truck into the yard waste bins. No immediate threat, except I guess Spartacus did not like the lights on the top of his truck. I stepped outside to yell "Hush!" at him and no sooner than I did than that truck took off and left.
Spartacus turned to look at me with wide eyes. His reverential stare said, "OMG! You made it go away! MY HERO!!!" He then laid down contentedly with a happy grin on his face.
If only my kids stayed thinking I had magical powers like the dogs. Instead, they grow up and realize that I am imperfect. That I can't give them everything their heart desires. That I am human.
You can learn a lot about how a dog loves his or her human. Sometimes, we need to be reminded of why we love the ones around us. We need to return to that simple way of being. Minus the leg humping, cause that might get you arrested.