A white greyhound lives two doors down the street from us. He is the skinniest dog I have ever seen. Greyhounds are very fast, but they are also very delicate; after they race for 30 seconds, they have to rest. This neighbor dog loves his rest.
Today as I was out on a walk, the owner of the greyhound was mowing the yard – and the greyhound was sitting right in the middle of the grass, contently enjoying the sun and watching his owner walk back and forth, back and forth. When the owner passed through the middle of the yard with each swipe of the mower, the greyhound would simply stand up, step aside one foot, allow the machine to pass, then immediately sit right back down in his original spot. I watched this dance several times, and it was exactly the same each time: Owner approaches, dog stands and steps, mower passes, dog steps and sits. Again and again.
Neither the dog nor the owner seemed disturbed by any of this; indeed, it seemed very normal for them, like this was the arrangement they both agreed to adhere to. It worked for them. It was a very peaceful, mutual understanding. And it was a delight for me to observe.