My only hope, I thought, as I walked out of work on my ‘day off’, was that maybe a photo op would come to me in the back yard, because I didn’t know if I had a trip out in me. And that’s exactly what happened. Okay, Zoe actually came to the rescue when she went to the back gate and Wilbur came over to say hello to her. They snuffled each other through the fence. Ozzie, on the other hand, acts like a savage beast, but the effort is lost on Wilbur. He just snuffled through the fence, totally unimpressed with Ozzie’s mean killer dog act.
So I let myself in the gate to say hello. I thought he’d frolic and I’d take pictures. His hair is so wiry, not a cuddly creature. Then he laid down so I could rub his belly. And there was so such thing as watching him from afar, he likes things up close and personal. I sat down on a paver to get a better angle, but that gave Wilbur a better angle also. He came over, wet snout covered in sand, and proceeded to snuffle my feet, my legs, and my pant legs until I was wearing more of the sand than he was. It felt like I was being sandpapered. I haven’t been that dirty since I was a little kid. I call it The Wilbur Effect. Now excuse my while I toss those pants in the wash….