When left to his own choices, Ranger never sits down. He will, however, sit on command. But I can tell he hates it. Within just a few moments of parking his back end, I can see him start to squirm uncomfortably. On the wood floors of my kitchen, his back half literally starts to slide away from his top half. It seems like his body was just not built to sit.
|Yes, he was sitting brilliantly here. He was also being bribed.|
|Once he got the treat that motivated him to obey the 'sit' command, he popped right back up on all fours.|
By far, Ranger's preferred pose is standing. I'll be honest, it's a edgy vibe he gives off when he is standing near me and watching me work. He makes me a little nervous. But in a lot of ways, his upright stance fits his personality to a tee. Ranger is a dog of action, and his four-on-the-floor mode suits his spontaneous style.
|No, Ranger, I cannot enjoy my book while you are looming over me like an alien invasion force. Please sit down.|
|You are totally cute and needy, but this is not what I meant by 'sit.'|
The one and only downside to this preference kicks in when we get in the car. Ranger would love to ride in the front passenger seat. The view is better, the windows go down, and he's that much closer to me.
If he was willing to sit down on the seat, we might have a front seat deal. But I can't have his 80 pound body up in front if he is going to insist on standing on the seat (which is exactly what he does). That pose puts his center of gravity dangerously high, so for everyone's safety and protection, Ranger is relegated to the back seat. He might not like the arrangement, but for many years now, he has accepted it with only a little complaint.
|Standing in the front seat gives him a nice view of the road, but if we were to stop suddenly, he would quickly become a canine projectile.|
|Admit it - I'm an angel.|