Yesterday was surprisingly warm. We went outside to play.Above you'll see me, with a dog for a leg.
Zelda, my American Bulldog-that-looks-like-a-Pit Bull has a bad habit about trying to trip me when I run. I think that habit was formed by the fact that many American Bulldogs were -and still sometimes are -bred to hunt boar-pig.
I can barely remember when I was -how old was I? - younger; my uncle had a pen in his yard that was full of -big-scary-big-stinky-big-loud pigs.
What dogs with do - they will hit the boar and bite into their necks.
When I say hit, I mean ram into the creature hard.
That's why many Bulldogs have such wide chests and strong snouts.
I've heard my uncle tell stories about Bulldogs breaking their muzzles doing that though... not a good thing.
I'll run outside with our dogs, and once I was dog-sitting Dolly; and -well, Duke is fast if he really gets going, and our pasture is like a run-way to him -and often when he gets going, slowing down and/or stopping is a bit of a problem.
So anyway: Duke comes running -gathering speed -right towards tiny little Dolly, and I figure that Dolly could get seriously hurt if he rammed into her; I decided to stop him.
(Being the total genius that I am)
I jump in front of him, he turns a bit but still crashes into me.
I was flat out and bruised.
But Dolly was okay.
Since then I have learned the doggie-combat tactics that you need if you are going to wrestle/stop/run with Zelda and/or Duke.
Arwen has her own style, so that's a bit different. Arwen will jump at you, flinging her overly long legs around, and will scratch you up.
I'm guessing I've thoroughly bored you by now. So I will show you some other things that went on yesterday.
Violence. (Mwaaahaaahaaawaaaaaa!!!!)Notice that Willow is completely off the ground.
(Strange vooom, clash, vooooooooom, noises sound that are the lightsabers)
Quinn slayed Indy. Oh dear.
