Life on the Leash

My very, very dear friend from college came for her annual visit this past weekend. She’s met Sum on a number of occasions, but that doesn’t mean that he wanted to greet her with open paws. During the first evening there was lots of, “Yikes! Omigod, who are you? Where did you come from?” every time she entered a room or gestured too broadly.

Thankfully, his full-tilt freakiness didn’t last. One day later he managed to sit on his bed, bored and unimpressed, while we attempted Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” dance in our pajamas. And he didn’t budge during a particularly demonstrative story about a visit to the doctor’s office. Atta boy!

And when my wonderful friend took her position in my makeshift “studio” so I could do her head shot (she’s a writer without a head shot!), Sumner walked over to her and did this:

Soliciting petting! That’s major!