Amore is a goof ball! A total clutz. A true ditz. A ham for the camera. A jester for the court.
There are times we think for sure she hit her head on the side board of the whelping pen as she was dropped into being. She has fallen off the couch more times than not, thunking to the floor as she was stretching while on her back, surprise lighting her eyes as she tries to pretend that was her intention to begin with. She has chased after phantom bunnies and the shadows of high soaring hawks only to run into low-hanging juniper branches. She would rather have her throat scratched than her belly rubbed and would rather run than walk, even if it is just to move from one favorite spot to another, five short feet over. If you say “sit”, she hears “shit” and will begin the triple-axel spin to find the perfect spot. Give Amore the signal to “go to her pillow” and it’s a sure bet it will be your down-pillow that she lies on.
She has no idea how to cuddle, coo or be calm. Wild-eyed, Amore will stare at you, and stare at you, and stare at you, never blinking, not moving, just stare at you. Intently. Don’t try to out stare her – you won’t win.
One of Amore’s favorite antics is waking us up on weekends. The first attempt is a strong paw to your most extended limb poking out of the covers. The next try is a wet, and cold, nose nudge, usually on your neck or face, many times on your mouth. The final act is a jump on the bed, normally with your sleeping body softening the landing as her front paws hit your stomach. At this point, Amore will typically sit on you, and the bed covers, trapping you underneath her. I don’t mean sitting on one of your legs, or leaning up against your side. I mean a take-your-weight-off-your-paws-park-yourself kind of stay awhile sit. By now you might be awake, but you ain’t going anywhere til she decides to let up. It’s best to get up at the first pawing. You can’t help but chuckle to yourself as you spit out dog hair off your lips while pushing her off you.
Her latest gimmick is scouting for lizards. She’ll stand at attention, staring for hours waiting for a lizard to crawl up our portal wall. Upon sighting a scaly blue-tail, she’ll run and take cover, barking for one of us to come and see her find. Occasionally, Amore will actually catch a lizard, only to bring it into the house so she can play “search and seizure” with the now let-loose and tail-less reptile. Not that I want a loose lizard in the house, but at least Gordita (our fat cat) will catch the lizard once Amore starts to fatigue from the game.
Goofy? Yes! Silly? Absolutely! Hyper? Undoubtably! But our goofy girl is one of the happiest dogs I ever seen. And, we are the lucky ones to have her adventures in our lives.