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She likes to run along the border, protecting those silent minions who require her faithful patrol.

She is the antithesis of something. What it is no one really knows.

Some call her silly.

Some call her timid.

She goes by many nicknames.

Boo boo bear.

Lean.

Leenie.

Lean bo.

Beans.

Leanie Beans.

When she gets mad she makes growling noises like Roy Orbison (if you don’t know who he is, look him up, he does an infamous, trademark growl on ‘Pretty Woman’).

She likes to lay in the grass.

Lay lady lay.

She doesn’t bark at contractors.

Her brother does. But that’s another story altogether.

She likes to relax her eyes a lot in what I call a pre-nap-like state.

Once she is comfortable, she drops her head to the grass.

Her mother might be doing something in the yard.

But she is undeterred in her mission of bringing the benefits of letting everything be around her, to countless observers of her imitable stylings.

She is reasonable if not agreeable.

She possesses far more pros than she does cons.

She appears to enjoy baseball on television.

She was a rescue who was rescued by us.

She is not aware of whether or not she is a good speller or if she has good grammar.

Things appear normal to her every day, so much so that I like to refer to it as the omnipresent new normal.

She could be starting a trend or several trends and not even be aware of it.

Her belches are nothing short of adorable.

Her nails get long and she never complains.

In fact, she hardly ever complains about anything except perhaps the prospect of being alone.

When she takes her naps her snorts of exhalation are also nothing short of adorable.

She is not obsessed with word counts. Maybe it’s because most words are meaningless to her.

She is more of an action taker, and that may account for her indifference to words in general.

I suspect she would enjoy a ham and cheese sandwich.

I’m not sure why I think this but maybe it’s just the way she sniffs the air when she is laying in the grass.

She doesn’t care about followers.

I suppose she lies somewhere in between a leader and a follower.

When she partakes in the rare bark it sounds as if she is saying, “I want a cheeseburger.”

Headbanging was invented by her.

She does not need heavy metal music playing in the background to headbang, either.

When it rains she prefers to remain indoors.

She practiced social distancing when it wasn’t cool.

The words glamour model come to mind when she looks back at you over her shoulder.

A former huntress of birds, she now limits her participation in this endeavor.

Ear nibbler? Yes, she in fact is.

Downward dog is one of her favorite poses.

Moonwalking becomes her and so she partakes in it.

Never one to sandpaper a bench, she has, however, like her father watched her mother do so.

This watching others’ work business is very relaxing and typically leads to another micronap in the grass.

She does not care if an ending is disappointing or awkward as long as there will be more to come at some point again.