The Dog’s View

I take back everything I said about Argus not appreciating the scenery. He absolutely absorbs what he sees outside the window. He’s just picky about what he likes.

Red rock mesas and deserts don’t appeal to him, but as we drove out of Basalt today through the mountain roads, Argus had his head right to the window. He LOVES the snow and LOVES water, and he was constantly straining to look at the snowy river banks and rolling hills we were passing by.

We actually observed him get up and change his sitting position so he could look out the other window when his current view turned into a boring rock wall. Twice.

It can be hard for us to comprehend a dog’s intelligence and understanding of his world, but little observations give us a glimpse. I find it  simpler to accept that they are every bit as discerning, observant, and opinionated as we are.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that if Argus ducks his head to avoid you when you try to pet him, we are so sorry and very embarrassed; he’s picky at first, but will warm up to you quickly. However, if he cozies up to you immediately and tries to give you kisses, know that his affection is genuine (and we apologize for his stinky breath).

Argus looking out the window