2013/02/01

The elusive, western Nova Scotian, hearth-dwelling canid.

I don't know what kind of relationship Truman has with the fireplace, but clearly it's approaching "love".  The first time he saw the hearth (after the mason had installed it), he went running over to it and just stood there, on the hearth, expectantly.



I've since caught him with his head on the hearth (body on the perfectly comfortable dog cozy in front of the hearth).  A few weeks ago I spotted him standing on the hearth again.

I mentioned this to Laura, who told me that she'd seen him laying there.  Well, apparently his relationship with the hearth is getting "cozier" because she managed to get photos of him up there today.

"What?"


6 comments:

  1. There was a fire! Not a ranging inferno, mind you... The air control had been closed to slow the burn.

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  2. I think he takes after you. Any house with a fire place, you must sit on the hearth to be toasty

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    1. That is a true story! I still sit in the middle of the hearth, toasting my back. But the proximity of the hairy dog beds is somewhat of a deterrent on most occasions.

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  3. He would like a raging inferno, please.

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    1. He's a very odd dog. We have two cozies in the bedroom, which he and Aida used to occupy with some regularity. But a paper lamp has fallen on him twice and he's decided that his spot is far too dangerous. He now avoids the bedroom cozies like the plague, preferring to curl up in front of the fireplace.

      Sometimes the house is too hot for him, and he'll go sleep downstairs. Sometimes the house is too cold for him (at night) and he'll wake Laur then run to the fireplace (for some reason he thinks she'll make a fire for him). Naturally, she'll turn the heat pump on, and he'll retire to his bed in front of the fire.


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