Saki Attack

Attack of the Saki & A walk in the woods (see Saki up ahead waiting to pounce?)

Saki and Shane need people close to them, you know, not just within sight and earshot, but deep within their personal space. I like to know there’s someone nearby, but I don’t have to be pawing at their shadow twenty-four hours a day.

Saki is here for the weekend and has taken to attacking Shane. Not bad attack—puppy attack with play biting, play gnashing of the teeth, and serious romping. In the old days—about a month or two ago—Shane would have gotten mad; now, I think he actually looks forward to a little romping on the rug. Dare I say it? Saki is good medicine for Shane.

The two of them follow Joan around the house and yard—Shane very slowly, Saki hopping up, down biting at Shane’s neck and legs, and running in tiny hot circles around him. He knows I have my limitations, so he doesn’t bother trying to play with me. With me, he just runs in circles—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—around me. I ignore him. That’s where the real power is.
Right now, they’re both sleeping, and I have my peace. Shhhhhhh.

Best wishes, Juno