I always see a West Highland terrier in the same spot when I take an after-dinner walk. (Last night, dinner was mushroom and Swiss cheese quesadillas...they were good, but for some reason, they made my stomach hurt). Anyway, the dog is always at the corner of 8th Ave. and West 12th St., on the course of its own walk. I bent down to pat it and happened to sniff (I was a little congested) and the dog jumped a mile. I reassured it that everything was ok, it was a very good dog and I just happened to be sniffling. Then it licked my nose and went on its way.
This reminded me of my own dog, who lived from 1983 to 2001. One of her quirks was a fear of hiccups. If you hiccuped near her, she was convinced that she had done something terribly wrong. Nothing could persuade her otherwise. She would sit at your feet and look up at you apologetically. It always made me feel bad about hiccuping, though it was cute and funny also.
What are your pet's peccadillos?
(And...I might have a guest-written entry soon, continuing the story from my last post. And my knitting class meets in 6 days!)