Seriously, how am I supposed to concentrate with this face at the door of my office?
Ronin, our Hungarian Vizsla just stands there looking at me. Staring at me.
Every now and again he lets out a very small noise to let me know he’s there. But he stands in the doorway as still as stone staring at me. Big, soulful golden eyes.
Every now and again I turn to look at him and he averts his eyes; just a slight shift. Like ‘I wasn’t looking at you. I’m just stood here. Just standing. Nothing happening here . . . ‘
He started out stood out there in the hallway, but the next time I look up he’s inside the door. I didn’t even sense him move.
All the time he’s got his eyes on me.
And as silent and as still as he has been this whole time, his body language YELLS ‘for the love of god woman, FUSS. ME’.
Working at home with a dog in the house with you. Tough.