pic of the day - nosy posy

As requested by her boyfriend Preston (a sweet little Westie she met at puppy school), today is all about Bertie. Those of you who have visited my house know that I have this massive bay window area in my living room. It's more of a nook with windows than it is actually a bay window, but you get the idea. Situated nicely in the nook are two comfy yet chic-y off white chairs. That spot is my little retreat and haven while for Bertie, it is her window on the world. Since she was a tiny puppy, she has clamored for the chance to get as close as doggly possible to the windows so she can see out. When she was really little and couldn't yet jump up in the chairs she would stand on her hind tippy toes with her front paws pulling herself up so she could look out.

Once she could get up in the chairs, her world changed. I still wonder if somehow she has a bit of parrot in her because she likes to climb up on my shoulder and sit with her arms hanging over the back of the chair, watching the world go by. It is by far her favorite past time. Wish I could take a picture of that now don't ya?

Now, don't get me wrong, I am a people watcher to the core. Bertie though, she's a master. She knows every car that goes up and down the street. Bikers and walkers really crank her up. Birds, rabbits, and the occasional squirrel that dare enter my yard totally put the charge in her. Cars with squeaky brakes like my mom's or a diesel engine like my dad's call for full on nose to the glass observation. It's Leo the cat though that lives across the street that truly unwinds her. She will quite literally jump from chair to chair to better position herself for optimum viewing. And heaven help us all if the front door is open. She races back and forth across the living room at the pace of Indy cars at the sight of the white flag. There literally have been claw marks in the carpet when Leo makes his presence known.

There will be times when I realize it's terribly quiet and that she's not with me whatever I might be doing in the house. I quietly tiptoe into the living room and there she is, up on her perch, keeping watch on the neighborhood. Literally hours have gone by under her watchful eye. Ahh....the life of a dog...my little watch dog.