Ok, for the first 32 years of my life I didn't, really, I mean, not quite like THIS!!Skagit is always watching me (well, unless she is sleeping). She is my ever-present audience since her arrival a month ago and I will never be the same again...or at least I'm pretty sure.
I never realized before how silly some of the habits I have, must seem, if seen through her eyes. Like, when I forget my keys and have no idea where I put them and I'm running around the house frantically. Or when I pick up her poo in the front yard every few days. Think about how strange that would be if someone went around picking up your waste! eeeww! Or, when I pick weeds in my landscaping around the house. I think she wonders "why is it not ok when I pick things" (like the blooms on the mums on the front porch as I walk by?).
She is my audience for when I fix my hair, brush my teeth, get out of the shower, break out in song, dance around the house, have lunch at my desk, run errands, cook, clean, or when I sit at my computer for hours at a time working on a website.
She is my little black shadow and whenever I get up from my desk to get a drink of water or light some incense, she is following close behind. When she first got here I was able to sneak out of the room, but she is ever-aware of what it is I'm doing, now. As if it is something so important...
In future years she will see and learn everything there is to know about me and Jeff (and we will know everything about her). It is strange I'm immediately ok with all of this voyeurism. Why is it that dogs get a full access pass to our lives, and we don't mind one bit?