I feel like death and want to die. Think it’s going to be one of those days.
Speaking of death, meet the grim reaper.
Ludo approves of spiders and insects even less than I do. But instead of retreating to the tallest piece of furniture and hating the spider/insect from shouting distance, Ludo goes straight for the jugular.
Sometimes I catch him staring with intense rapture at an unfixed spot in the distance, his jiggly jowls twitching with every jerk of his head as he follows around a tiny little bug as it flits around the room. Sometimes he chases it, forgetting that, while insects can fly, he is bound to the earth and needs to watch out for hazards like coffee tables and chairs. And people.
This behavior makes walks very annoying. Bugs are everywhere and they all must die. I keep him on a harness with a handle on the back so I can drag him away from whatever cricket he’s throwing himself upon. That’s actually a pretty good description of how this dumb dog moves. His limbs are all floppy and loose at all times as if he’s being thrown towards wherever he’s going. There doesn’t seem to be any forethought and forward ambulation takes on the appearance of a happy accident. If he’s going after a cricket, then he moves as if he’s been thrown onto a trampoline.
In the photograph above, he’s drowning a fairly large spider in his jowls of destruction. It didn’t die, though. He kept it in his mouth for long enough for it to die of asphyxiation alone if not of trauma or disgust at what it was sharing close quarters with. But when he spit it out several minutes later, it recuperated briefly, remaining in a soggy ball for several moments before uncoiling and trying to make a disoriented break for it. At which point, Ludo would swallow it up again. I put a halt to the game when Ludo inhaled it and then bounded into the bedroom, his tail slamming against the door and his shoulder hitting the side of the dresser as he went. No disoriented spiders in the bedroom, thankyouverymuch.