"Let's sneak in there slowly.
Maybe he won't notice I'm touching him"
"Hey, maybe we could be pals"
"Okay dude, I think your invading my space now"
is our 100lb bloodhound. She terrorizes our normal cat and any animal that comes into our yard. She has even been known to make a few grown men nervous. However, we have recently discovered that she is easily terrorized by the very small resident of our home.
The other day Gabriel snuck up on Savannah and tried to touch her. It was crazy. That huge dog ran away from my little baby. I couldn't really catch it the other day, but the scene repeated itself today.
Here he is sneaking up on her:
She realizes what's going on and tries to run away
Mark made her lay there while Gabriel touched her.
She says "dad, don't make me do that again"
while the terrorizer is having an idea in the background.
It is so fun to watch these stories unfold. I love that it seems I can see what he thinking and the ideas that come to him. It seems he is his fathers son: mischievous and full of adventure. I'm in for some serious trouble. And some serious fun.