Juniper Friday! Every Day I'm Snufflin'

Juniper, a dog, seeks out dog kibble hidden among the felt petals of a large snuffle pad.

Juniper, a dog, seeks out dog kibble hidden among the felt petals of a large snuffle pad. Juniper gets excited whenever her snuffle pad comes out. I find this especially endearing because she’s one of the least food-motivated dogs I’ve ever known. A bowl of dry food sitting out, waiting to be eaten, has big “I’ll get to it when I get to it” energy for her - she just can’t be bothered unless she’s in the mood. But the snuffle pad! That’s a game and eating all that food yields praise! Or maybe she sees it as work? After all, she wants nothing more than to be a Dog With A Job, so maybe she interprets the cheering she receives as she snuffles as a sign that, “Yes! I’m absolutely knocking this mission out of the park!”

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Inspecting The Boundary

Barley, a dog, sniffs along the transition from patchy grass to dense shrubbery.

Barley, a dog, sniffs along the transition from patchy grass to dense shrubbery. Put Barley in any relatively open area, and unless she’s in the mood to flop and sun-worship, the first thing she’ll usually do is walk straight to the edge of the area and start checking its boundary. Whether it’s following along the base of walls, or checking out trees, or scoping out a drop-off, her understanding of a space seems to be principally focused on tracing its edges. No doubt, this is for two reasons. On the one hand, such boundaries are generally likely places for other dogs to have left behind socially compelling scents. On the other, wind and weather have a way of gathering crumbs along such edges, so if you’re going to find some Floor Snacks in an unfamiliar place, that’s probably where you’d want to check.

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"Now Let's Try From Your Other Side"

Barley, a dog, turns her head to the left, presumably in order to give everybody's favorite look, Magnum.

Barley, a dog, turns her head to the left, presumably in order to give everybody’s favorite look, Magnum. Barley places so little emphasis on vision that I routinely find myself perplexed by her head movements. My primate brain finds the narrative that she’s “looking” in whatever direction she’s facing hugely compelling, but I suspect the truth is that sometimes, she’s swinging her head around in service of her other senses with her vision unfocused and zoned right out. (Also, love when she does this dainty paw tuck.)

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Ornament Auditions

Barley, a dog, sits in front of a painted metal sculpture of a panda and a painted wooden sculpture of a grizzly eating a fish.

Barley, a dog, sits in front of a painted metal sculpture of a panda and a painted wooden sculpture of a grizzly eating a fish. Walking past this yard, I couldn’t help but feel that its terraced structure felt a little empty, as though something belonged in this spot. Barley happily obliged, of course, but I don’t think she really understood the brief. Let’s face it, Barley would definitely be That Person who ignores the direction everyone is facing in an elevator, and who instead turns around and starts talking to everyone. I don’t think she’ll be cast as a yard ornament any time soon.

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Everything But Dinner

Barley, a dog, lounges in a sunbeam on a sofa beside her favorite toy, and looks back at the camera.

Barley, a dog, lounges in a sunbeam on a sofa beside her favorite toy, and looks back at the camera. Here, we see Barley with four of her five fundamental Wants being satisfied: Soft, Sun, Toy, and Friend (in the form of the implied photographer). The only thing missing is Food.

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A Hill Conquered

Barley, a dog, rests on a patch of grass and looks back at a hilly street she has just climbed.

Barley, a dog, rests on a patch of grass and looks back at a hilly street she has just climbed. Barley’s stamina is middling at best, especially in hot weather. She’s a trooper, of course, and will do what she can to keep pace, but from time to time, she signals that it’s time for a break and doesn’t so much lie down as let herself plop. In this case, a half dozen consecutive blocks up steep hills was just about what she could manage before it was time for a 5-minute breather.

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Lean N' Clean

Barley, a dog, is collarless and still visibly moist after a bath.

Barley, a dog, is collarless and still visibly moist after a bath. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m always unnerved whenever I see Barley without her collar on, even when I’m the one who took it off to give her a bath. What I’ve further realized is that really any dog without a collar grabs my eye as it passes. It’s precisely akin to a shirtless Donald Duck: “Nudity is occurring, one should at least remain vigilant.” The generality of this effect impressed me recently when Barley and I encounters a tiny collarless dog, standing defiantly in our path. Even from a ten pound dog, standing around outdoors collarless is an undeniable a power move. (The tiny dog was fine in the end, by the way. He had managed to back up out of his collar and freed himself from a yard tether. I was able to keep him in a standoff long enough for his owner to find us and retrieve him.)

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Juniper Friday! Ball Stance

Juniper, a dog, balances on her hind legs as she watches to see whether a tennis ball offscreen will be thrown up or out into the yard behind her.

Juniper, a dog, balances on her hind legs as she watches to see whether a tennis ball offscreen will be thrown up or out into the yard behind her. Unsurprisingly, Juniper loves fetch. Her instincts to sprint and pursue are strong, but beyond that she Wants To Help with every fiber of her being, so she lives for the enthusiastic praise she receives when she brings the ball back. Being the smartie that she is, it’s important to mix things up, so sometimes the ball gets tossed up instead of forward. While Juniper’s not particularly good at catching a ball in midair, she does what she can. If the ball’s trajectory is especially vertical and she catches it right next to you, the need to run remains unsatisfied and she’ll take the ball for a little victory sprint before returning it for the next toss.

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Noondog

Barley, a dog, sploots contentedly on a vast expanse of grass, lit from directly overhead by a cloudless sky.

Barley, a dog, sploots contentedly on a vast expanse of grass, lit from directly overhead by a cloudless sky. I can say with some confidence that Barley’s eyes are fully unfocused, lidded just enough to keep the sun at bay but unfocused on that middle distance. Only the pricking of her ears this way and that, and a steady sniff cycle sampling the breeze, signal her sensory impressions as she sun-roasts.

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Is Squeeshy

Barley, a dog, is curled up atop a very lofty dog bed on top of a second dog bed.

Barley, a dog, is curled up atop a very lofty dog bed on top of a second dog bed. Barley is enjoying her Fortress of Softitude, but perhaps because it is so squishy, she favors it mainly when she feels the need to sleep deeply. Here, we see her only gradually awakening from a cocoon of sleep. When her naps are of a more vigilant sort, the kind from which she can spring into action (perhaps because of someone coming to my office), she prefers a surface with a little less give, the better to go from zero to standing in less than two seconds.

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THE YEAR IS 198X

Barley, a dog, stands on a hill in front of a sign reading, "Make Orwell fiction again."

Barley, a dog, stands on a hill in front of a sign reading, “Make Orwell fiction again.” If I’m being honest, I’m consistently frustrated by people who see fiction as a sort of “fun aquarium” for problematic ideas. As if, somehow, producing fiction is an act of exorcism, a thing that banishes what we dislike to the Fiction Realm by bathing it in literary sunlight. Such people tend to be uncomfortable with the idea that, for example, Orwell’s writing is no more or less fictional than it was at the time it was published, and that literary works that have staying power do so not because they are containment zones, but because they are mirrors.

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Are You Coming Or What?

Barley, a dog, peers down from the top of a narrow staircase.

Barley, a dog, peers down from the top of a narrow staircase. Barley knows only one way to handle stairs, whether ascending or descending: A dead sprint. Given a cue (or even a misunderstood gesture) she barrels up the stairs as if chasing a mechanical rabbit mounted on the handrail. Given this hair-trigger approach, it’s not uncommon for her to misread the situation and climb the stairs alone. Her high-strung astonishment when no one follows her delights me to no end. Real Charlie Brown going for the football energy.

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The Grass Always Greener

Barley, a dog, stands on a large lawn turned brown from the heat. Across a cobbled road is another law that remains a vibrant green.

Barley, a dog, stands on a large lawn turned brown from the heat. Across a cobbled road is another law that remains a vibrant green. One of the many reasons I loathe homeowner associations is the outward uniformity they enforce on a neighborhood. I much prefer to walk around a swanky area and be able to spot at a distance which residents are willing to drench their lawns in a heat wave to keep them green and which have the wisdom to know that green grass will return with the rains.

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Chairman Of The Boar

Barley, a dog, fusses over a plush dog toy in the shape of a boar.

Barley, a dog, fusses over a plush dog toy in the shape of a boar. Even after all this time, I don’t have a great track record of figuring out which toys Barley will get most excited about. Some of her nicer toys have barely warranted a second sniff, while other cheaper ones continue to beguile her. It seems like this boar is going to be another favorite, despite being cheaply made of stiff fabric and wiry fur. So when I’m out shopping, I keep a lookout for toys being sold at clearance prices and roll the dice on them pretty often. No point in trying to overthink Barley’s unpretentious taste in prey.

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Juniper Friday! A Shark Forever Baby

Juniper, a dog, rests atop a plush shark tow, atop a pillow, atop a dog bed, atop a sofa.

Juniper, a dog, rests atop a plush shark tow, atop a pillow, atop a dog bed, atop a sofa. Juniper, a dog, gently fusses with her plush shark toy. The condition of Baby Shark is all the more remarkable when you consider that is has been a beloved toy of Juniper’s for very nearly her entire life, now over 6 years. Such is her care in handling it: She carries it by the scruff and doesn’t roughhouse with it. She’ll gently fuss over it and reposition it with her paws and mouth, then vibe with it like a childhood friend.

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Minecraft Aesthetics

Barley, a dog, looks back at the photographer, who is more concerned with capturing a waist-high cube-shaped hedge.

Barley, a dog, looks back at the photographer, who is more concerned with capturing a waist-high cube-shaped hedge. There’s something perverse, I find, in planting a hedge and meticulously keeping it trimmed into shape made of right angles. Now, if the hedge forms a wall, I can understand where they’re are coming from - it’s nicer to look at than a sun-bleached fence. But to cube a hedge at a meter a side: That almost feels like a move by someone who secretly hates hedges.

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The Glassy Barrier

Barley, a dog, peeks over the back of a sofa and through the window standing between herself and the photographer.

Barley, a dog, peeks over the back of a sofa and through the window standing between herself and the photographer. As far as Barley is concerned, there is only one view from my parents’ home that is worth a damn, and that’s the view out the back that lets her monitor the comings and goings of people leaving and arriving by car. Keen-eared, she knows the listen for motors and will stand, excited on the sofa to see who has come home. It is only once a person has approached far enough that she scoots off the sofa and navigates to the back door. Here, we see a decidedly different energy: That of people departing for some adventure and leaving her behind.

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Stairway To Snoozin'

Barley, a dog, rests her head on her paws on the edge of a big pillow, with her elbows and chest supported by a second, shorter pillow, and her body below the waist on the remaining extent of the sofa.

Barley, a dog, rests her head on her paws on the edge of a big pillow, with her elbows and chest supported by a second, shorter pillow, and her body below the waist on the remaining extent of the sofa. It was only after I snapped this picture that I realized we have witnessed another first in Barley’s eternal quest for comfort: the Pillow Staircase. This arrangement seems to have suited her especially well, because for once her eyes didn’t pop open the moment I raised an arm to take the photo.

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[Shouting] Look there, I see a city 'cross the lake!

Barley, a dog, is out of focus in the foreground. Behind her, a steep hill descends to a body of water, and beyond, an industrial port.

Barley, a dog, is out of focus in the foreground. Behind her, a steep hill descends to a body of water, and beyond, an industrial port. We've not the time for games! I swear, I swear! The fog that seasonally cloaks the shore Has just now parted and revealed to me A city bright with lights and with spires tall! Let's see ourselves what game she plays at now! [All walk to the window] By all the gods, I see you speak the truth!

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Bon(n)e Nuit

Barley, a dog, raises her head from her dedicated pillow, which is repeatedly emblazoned with "bonne nuit".

Barley, a dog, raises her head from her dedicated pillow, which is repeatedly emblazoned with “bonne nuit”. When Barley visits my parents, she has a dedicated pillow on the bed. This reflects the lessons learned from my early attempts to give her pillows wholly unsuited to her needs: Her “bonne nuit” pillow has a low profile and broad, tapered edges, more of a soft speedbump than a curb, and Barley is much more inclined to use such a pillow to rest her big block of a head.

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