I noticed her creepy behavior at the duplex. All she would do is stare out the window, so much so, the blinds fell apart where her pokey nose kept looking. And she couldn’t resist. She couldn’t not creep. It’s her thing.
I won’t sugar coat it, she has issues. Maybe she thinks someone is watching her? Maybe she is just the best watchdog on the planet? Maybe she is just so scared she watches her own back? Constantly. And she is not just a creeper, but a barker. She barks at everything she sees that creeps her out. A plastic bag floating by. A walker. A runner. A car. A leaf. Jason. The lawnmower. You name it and she goes ballistic, then she runs and hides. Why? I don’t know, because she is a creeper and that’s what creepers do?
At her backyard post, she spots squirrels and she doesn’t even go completely barking ballistic, but more or less, shakes and whimpers at them. It makes me wonder…..what is SHE going to do? If I let her out and they run away, who is she going to creep? It’s not like she would catch a squirrel. I mean, she is fast, but not that fast.
I let her creep up on an Armadillo one day. I saw it while walking her on the leash. She starts to get close, and then what happens? She gets the creeps and darts away. WHAT? This thing just sniffed her way and goes on digging through our yard. I’m telling you this dog likes to creep, but no action. It goes against her delicate introverted nature. Now Hoss Salem comes up on the same armadillo, scares it so bad it jumps ten feet in the air. Which was GREAT! Salem doesn’t creep, she terrifies. Awesome.
But back to Anna.
Creeping in action.
I wonder if she knows I’m watching HER. The creeper getting creeped.
And just so you know, the creeping isn’t so bad, it’s the barking at – whatever the creep it is?!? – that does me in.
She’s staring through your windows. She’s watching your people go.
Hey Antoine Dodson, run and tell that. Run and tell that.