My big brother…

…came by on his wedding anniversary a while back.  He was in town to pick up his wife from her work and then they were going out to dinner with her pholks as a part of their celebration.

So he was only here for about an hour.

Lily barked at him most of the time.  That's what she does when she doesn't know you.  And she may never warm up to you, either.

Because "you are a stranger."

And Lily does not like any changes in her habitat.

Change could be a person or a thing, like a box in the mail or water bottles on the back deck.  Change could just be someone walking past the house, their figure dulled by window sheers.

There are good changes, too.  Lily, and the Minikins, know when hubby has pulled into the alley that leads to our driveway, or that the person knocking at the door is the Big Giant Kid or E!

She may bark in surprise at their knocking, but then recognizes something that will get her tail wagging and change her barks to singing whines.

She approaches the Big Giant Kid easily.  E! is timidly approached, and re-approached, with "I-think-I-know-you" barks.

So my brother was never able to pet or play with Lily.  I don't think he minded too much, because he had to brush off the few tiny hairs Mini left on his pants, with Lily he would have requested one of our uber fur removers.

Because Lily's fur attaches like a spider's web.