He stood near the bars that confined her, his brow pinched with concern. Shyly she approached, and from head to toe he trembled. She was coy, seeming to pretend not to notice him there, in spite of the pained-sounding "woe!" that occasionally slipped through his lips. Canine Tourette's.
Their love is not meant to be, but Murry is loath to accept it. The sight of Lucy's beady black eyes, her delicate ears, her long, whiplike tail, sets his entire being aquiver, his heart to mush.
It now matches his brain.
My dog, Murry, has had crushes before, but nothing like this.
A little more than two months ago, Lucy and Ethel, two fancy rats, moved into our home's pre-existing rat's nest (also known as my daughter's room). Although one of our three cats was briefly intrigued with the new additions, our two terriers paid them no attention at all.
Until Cupid was apparently feeling bored and mischievous. The thing is, Cupid's arrows veered even more strangely off-course than the above-mentioned rat-terrier romance, causing a love triangle the likes of which may never be rivaled.
You see, while Murry is pining for Lucy, a doe is pining for Murry.
I've heard of bucks and bulls and moose getting goofy over cows or horses, and for years my back window was passionately courted by a male robin each spring, but I always believed females to be more sensible.
Maybe this doe actually is sensible. Maybe she just needs glasses.