I keep getting the idea that this blog doesn’t do Julie justice. He’s usually a bit player in the posts, almost comic relief. And that isn’t inaccurate – when inside Julie is relaxed and yields easily to everyone’s demands nearly all of the time.
But outside he grows to justify his name. He’s larger than the yard, too large for my little camera to catch more than flashes. Out there he’s the emperor, and even I am no longer the boss.
Gus likes being outside, Calla loves being outside, but Julius needs to be outside. He’s only partly himself without the outside. In earlier years, when the shrubs outside the front door were tall and wide, he would still vault over them when I let him out in a single huge bound, clearing the bushes by a foot or more.
It wasn’t that he hated being inside — he would usually be coming back in just a few hours, and be happy to be inside with us. But that other need can’t be blocked forever.
I love this picture, where his spider senses have put him on full alert over something over the wall. His neck is stretched out so far!
He’s my wild child.