Games Shepherds Play

I believe that I have mentioned in the past how Mr. Taleteller has always dreamed about having a German Shepherd.  Since Morgan has joined our pack, for the most part, Mr. Taleteller believes she can do no wrong.  For the most part, I have to concede that Morgan is a very well-behaved young lady.  There are a few things she does that I feel need some correction, but these are things that I mostly attribute to her youth and inexperience.  They're things I know she'll grow out of, as long as we shape her behavior towards what we want.  One example of that would be NOT leaping over the baby gate and sounding the intruder alert right in the Schwann's man's face.  Unfortunately, we haven't seen him back since we found that puddle on the front porch, but I digress.  Suffice it to say, most of the things Morgan does that I prefer she not do, she does out of love and a desire to protect us. 

In the mornings, Morgan is particularly exhuberant in her greetings.  Sometimes, I meet her at the gate in the hallway and have a little chat with her over the gate until I feel she's had enough time to take in the splendor of seeing my face again for the first time since the night before.  There's nothing like a Shepherd in your life to make you feel treasured, let me tell you!  After she's regained control of herself, I cautiously move through the gate and then her calm façade vanishes and she has to pounce on me until she's had a chance to wash my face with her tongue.  Yes, I fall for it every morning, but the alternative is not getting my bottle of water to start the day, so I start every day with my first face wash before turning on the bathroom sink.  Now that I've gotten used to it, though, I have to say, it's nice being greeted with that much enthusiasm every day.

Mr. Taleteller is known to play games with Morgan, moreso than I do.  We have our hide and seek time, and she does bring me her toys to toss, but more often, she does a little wrestling and rough-housing with my husband.  They both enjoy these little sessions, and Morgan needs them to burn off steam.  One thing that we've learned about Morgan over the months is that she's a knitter.  She likes to nibble on Mr. Taleteller's hands like she's eating an ear of corn.  It's rather cute, but this is her one behavior that he doesn't appreciate.  While I find it rather cute, he does not.  Of course, she never knits on me! 

The other morning, I was finishing my make up in the bathroom mirror.  Mr. Taleteller had finished his shower and gone into the bedroom to get dressed.  I noticed that he put the baby gate up so that no one could get into the bedroom with him.  Morgan stood at the gate, looking very wistful.  I gave her a little brain massage and then put the gate down.  The next thing I knew, I heard a rather girly scream come from the bedroom.  I leaned out the bathroom and asked my husband if he was okay.

He informed me that not only had Morgan stuck her cold nose to his derriere, she'd decided to nibble on his butt cheek as well.  I will spare you all the images of that horror.  That's mainly because I was laughing too hard to get any sort of photo of the event.  Suffice it to say, I really love having a German Shepherd.  Life is certainly never dull when they play their games!

We'd also like to wish George the Lad a happy birthday today.  Here are our steps for you.  May you have many more happy years and stairs to climb ahead of you!

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