This is Jedi. She's two. Her favorite things in life are socks, wet feet, her sister, and balls. She spends her leisure time searching for socks within reach that she can pile into her mouth and move to a better location. By better location I mean: a central place where all can admire, sniff, lick and shake the socks. She doesn't seem to notice that no one else does. She feels better when all socks are cleared from random dark corners such as bags, baskets, beside beds, laundry piles (clean or dirty), shoes, etc. Jedi will find socks anywhere she goes. She doesn't injure the socks. She loves them too much to tear them up while she uses no discretion with other things.
Occasionally, however, her sister Tallis will not realize exactly what Jedi has in her mouth and just assume it's something worth tugging on. In these instances, Jedi loses all focus, forgets that it's a precious sock in her mouth and play session begins. After some time of growling, shaking, tearing and a moment of the T-dog hip dance, an occasional sock gets lost in the moment. I am sure Jedi is sad about it afterward, but she is afterall, a dog. And a moment seized is a good moment. There are worse things in life than the end of the life of a sock. It happens. It's the cycle of life.
The wet feet fetish is another one that belongs to her alone in this family. It's a bonding thing between her and Pete. Every shower, without fail, Pete walks out of the bathroom, gives Jedi a little call and she wanders over and immediately starts licking his wet feet. He purposefully leaves them wet just for her. It's cute. It's their thing. Like how Tallis lays on my head every morning as if it were the most natural thing to do in the world. As if my head were comfortable.
Jedi deserves a story about her. She's funny. She's quirky. She's loud and a spaz sometimes. She's very sweet and cuddley and loving. She cleans her sister's ears. She's skiddish with new dogs and plays hard to get.
When she was a pup, the dogs at the dog park used to bully her like crazy. They would corner her and bark and bite at her. Tallis, they ignored or played with, but Jedi, most of them bullied. It was sad to see this little pup run from bush to bush and roll over to submit to them constantly. Somehow those dogs knew something about Jedi and Tallis instantly. It has caused Jedi to not trust other dogs, while Tallis shakes her butt in excitement during encounters. Dog psychology is interesting. Now she bosses Tallis around. She tends to be more the alpha, while Tallis just goes along with things. She gets bitchy occasionally about a toy or treat and Tallis just takes it, never bitching back.
The picture is taken on Hood Canal at a park. I love how the photo shows all the elements in some way: wind is moving through Jedi's fur, water behind, rocky earth beneath and fire, well just look in those eyes.
