I love this photo of Zinnia sticking her head out of the car in the rain; she loves to look out as we drive and ponder the universe. She doesn’t seem to notice the rain.
We went to the farmer’s market this morning, we took Zinnia, and I was reminded once again that dogs are always dogs, and we shouldn’t turn them into the humans we want to love.
A woman came up to us with a small dog on a leash; Zinnia growled a bit and then lunged at the dog, snaring, not snapping. There was no blood, no contact, no bit, but it was startling; I’ve never seen Zinnia be aggressive at anything. We have horses trotting into the backyard all the time; she wags her tail at them.
Zinnia loves Bud and Fate; she is always gentle and patient with them, even giving up her treats to them.
I didn’t see what triggered the exchange; something about the dog set Zinnia off, and when I turned around, the two were snarling and lunging at each other.
Perhaps I didn’t do enough socializing of Zinnia with other dogs; perhaps she didn’t recognize this small furry dog as a dog. I’m not sure, but I’ll find some other dogs and try to figure it out.
At the market, she loved everyone she saw; her tail never stopped going.
But still, I have to remember that dogs are dogs, and any dog is capable of getting aggressive if challenged in the right way. We don’t really understand what dogs are saying to each other most of the time.
Zinnia is the sweetest creature I’ve ever met. This is a puzzle I need to figure out.