Yes, the vacuum is running.
And, no, the greyhound isn’t budging from his spot on the carpet.
In fact, his head is up is because he saw me with the camera and wondered what was going on. In the absence of the camera, the end result would have been a roughly greyhound-shaped dirty spot on the carpet.
He also does this with the lawn mower, so he isn’t allowed outside when I’m cutting the grass.
On the other hand, he’s wary to wet-himself-afraid of nearly everything with a heartbeat. Even rabbits, yes rabbits.
Of course, Wonder Horse was quick to exploit the hound’s neurosis.
Once upon a time, before heading out for a mid-afternoon walk, the hound and I would stop by the barn to visit the horse. I’d bring along carrots for both critters. We’d meet the horse at the gate and there I’d give a carrot to the equine and one to the canine, then another to the equine, and so on. The greyhound would eye the horse very warily, but tempted by the carrots, stay at my side.
Then one day, the horse, in one of his Professor Snottypants moods, banged his hoof on the metal gate, making a delightful racket. The hound leaped back, startled. At this point, you could see the wheels turning in the Wonder Horse’s brain. After a pause, he banged again. Dog leaped in the air, and strained on his leash, trying to get as far from the horse as possible. Horse smirked and banged again. And thus was the demise of carrot sharing at the gate.
To this day, when the horse sees the hound approaching, he lifts a foot, poised to start hammering on the gate. I have to drag the hound, his long legs braced and feet sliding through the sand, to get anywhere near the barn.
The hound, the predator, is deathly afraid of the horse, the prey animal.
