Frankie is perverse.
No sooner did I post last week about how it was okay that Frankie didn’t show any interest in other dogs, then what does he do but show interest in another dog. It’s like he knew I had written off his doggie social skills and wanted to prove me wrong.
This was not a new dog that moved him out of his comfort zone, mind you, or a female in heat, but a 13-year-old male miniature poodle named Latte whom we often see on the trail. Frankie usually does his shy-away shuffle when we run into Latte, but suddenly on Sunday he was terribly interested in sniffing his butt. Not once, not twice, but three times, as though determined to show me this enthusiasm for greeting wasn’t an aberration.
It was more concentrated butt sniffing than I’ve seen Frankie do in the entire time he’s been with me.
I told our trainer, Crystal, about it. She was unimpressed. “Maybe Latte ate something really interesting,” she said. What might that have been? Wild boar? Hebrew National franks? Latte is 13, not to mention a miniature poodle. His owner is unlikely to have changed his diet dramatically.
I also find it hard to believe that no other dog we’ve encountered has ever dined on anything sufficiently enticing before.
Perhaps Frankie is looking to round up a group of guys of his own age and skill level for a poker game.
Or, in true terrier fashion, Frankie was being perverse.