
Raksha in Somerville, enjoying the sun, and eagerly awaiting the latest in the stream of people who passed by for the sole purpose of making her day better, and for no other reason.
The last place I lived, back in Somerville, our landlord decided that rather than bother with maintaining grass in the tiny yard in front of our house, he’d cover it over with black plastic fabric and red cedar mulch. There were ways in which it was pleasant, and I enjoyed sitting out there to read and write with Raksha keeping me company and greeting the passers-by. The social activity was a big plus, but the mulch was not her favorite.
These days we have access to a very pleasant courtyard with grass, gravel, and a great deal more room for things like chasing sticks. There are fewer people, and I think that makes her sad – especially now that we don’t have the regular visitors she has come to expect, but on the whole, I think she likes having the grass for running, lounging, and rolling, and might even enjoy the occasional company we get from one of the local magpies. All in all, it’s an upgrade, and the lawns on this side of the pond are quite pretty this time of year with all the daisies popping up through the grass.

The Beast Approaches…

She steps into the sun, absorbing its power.

Coming from the other direction now. Clearly she has learned how to teleport into the shade. It must be a superpower inherited from the Husky side of her family, evolved to avoid overheating.

Having exhausted her powers by teleporting into the shade, she now looks to lie in the sun and recharge.

Recharging is good, but one must always remain alert. The eyes look one way, the ears two others, and the nose is always seeking signs of the next person who might approach.

Her location chosen, she begins the meticulous and careful process of cleaning off her face by rubbing it vigorously in the grass. This is accompanied by a thrashing of the tail, and very dignified snuffling and snorting sounds.

During this phase of recharging, she wriggles ferociously ensuring that the light reaches all portions of the charging surface. More snuffling.

The snuffling also includes some terrifying grunts and growls.

Unfortunately this is the last picture of the process I can divulge. The rest is simply too terrifying for the world to see.
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