Jax wasn’t feeling it. I’m not sure what it was, and I’m not sure what he was feeling, but he definitely wasn’t feeling it. No excuses, either: he’s only 6! Still practically a puppy.
(Incidentally: a Great Pyrenees Anatolian shepherd mix? And apparently a rescue, and not an intentional cross? How does something like that even happen? What are the chances that a Great Pyrenees and an Anatolian shepherd would just happen to run across one another?)
Edit: Oh man, I can’t believe I didn’t even look. It turns out we’ve seen Jax before!
I would give a lot to be able to relax that much, even just for one night a week.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, but didn’t seem at all inclined to expend any effort at actually greeting me. Hmf.