As much progress as Silas has made, he is still at heart a very timid dog.
Every now and then I get a reminder of this. Sunday night, my husband got something out of his briefcase. A few minutes later, the briefcase fell over, “all by itself.” Silas was terrified. I told him to go check it out, which he finally, haltingly, did. He wasn’t really happy about it for quite a while.
Sometimes I imagine the alternate universe, in which he’s a confident, outgoing dog.
Then I realize that fear has its perks. Silas is too scared to do lots of things that I would prefer him not to do. Like, counter surf. Silas is physically capable of jumping up on top of our counters. Since scary things might live up there, he doesn’t. It’s been ages since he was actually afraid of something like a big pot on the edge of the counter, but I guess in his mind there’s still a chance.
He’s never wanted to jump over things indoors, either. For which my poor bathroom rug (aka Silas’s favorite non-food snack), enclosed behind a measly low gate, is forever grateful.
I’m also pretty certain that, given his reaction to my mother’s ceramic cat statue, Silas would not know what to do with any of those live animals he wants to chase if he were to catch one.
I suspect that, given the chance, I would gladly trade. I would be even tidier if that meant Silas was a confident, relaxed, outgoing dog. But there’s some silver lining to timidity, too.