Mostly black, I blend into my surroundings. A master of hidden movement, I belly crawl through the hostas, barely causing a leaf to quiver.
I can hold one position without moving for long periods of time. See Playing possum.
Ingeniously protecting our home-front perimeter, I have created strategically placed people blinds: nests in the flowerbeds where I can lie, surrounded by tall plants, observing all without being detected.
But my greatest feat is hiding in plain sight. Curled up under a table or on a sofa, my family moves around me as if I am not there. I am privy to their private conversations.
Thinking I am not listening, they talk in front of me the way they never would if they remembered I was there. Why, they ponder do I walk so slowly? Is it old age, they fret? Is the heat getting to me?
Gleefully laughing at their feeble attempts to understand, I determine to continue my campaign of passive resistance.
No longer will I tolerate being pulled away from the perfumed blade of grass another dog left for my delectation. Nor will I stomach being dragged onward before I have fully marked my territory.
No. Ninjas stand strong. Ninjas fight back.
I, Pettigrew, the Ninja Dog, do decree that until this abuse of my sacred walking time stops, I will continue to drag my feet.
I’m listening. I’ll know when you finally understand.
4 thoughts on “In My Own Voice #15: Ninja Dog”
Ah! It all makes sense now! You know, your dog is incredibly articulate and insightful! His family is really lucky to have him!
He agrees with you 100% that his family is more lucky than they could ever know, if he does say so himself.