One
minute, I'm on the edge of the bed changing into my "we're gonna go for a
walk" clothes and sneakers.
Vander
and Coop are on the bed, a pile of pillows and comforters, going through their
little wrestling dance, which I let go for about 10 or 15 seconds on average
just to keep things cool at all times.
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| This is them. |
Didn't
get that chance.
Within
seconds, I had two dogs - within the previous hour, one was laying on the couch
having his face licked by the other one - at each other like a bad dogfighting
evidence tape.
I
screamed. Did exactly what you're not supposed to do, and dove into what
couldn't - could not, no way, not this nightmare - between two dogs who are
different, but so silly in how well they've always gotten along. Always. One
was the annoying little brother, the other the chilled older brother. They'd
wrestle, and then when I yelled to stop - it was normal dog stuff - they'd look
at me, panting, and tails wagging, with this, "Oh, come oooonnnn,
Grampaaaa, we just playin."
And I'd
laugh. All these two did all day everyday was make me laugh, individually or
together.
Just like
that, I'm yelling and wrestling and pulling and trying to cover one up with a
blanket so they can't see other - one of the things you're actually supposed to
do - and break up the momentum. Didn't work. They were both so unbelievably
pissed at each other. They'd get a grip and shake their head back and forth - a
vision that won't be leaving my head soon - and snarled and just everything.
I'm
trying to get in the middle, screaming "noooo" because this is simply
a scenario I never, ever, ever expected with these two, and am literally
putting my hands in there to pry a mouth from whatever the mouth is on. There's
my left index fingernail bleeding and not looking good.
We roll off
the bed, my britches actually come down, and there go my glasses, while they
roll from one bedroom to the next. I was dazed for a few seconds, and dove back
in. Grabbed a pair of jeans to cover one up, and they were so active, there was
no way for one person to slow them down.
The
snarling and gripping continued, the bait-dog pitbull mix who I would clone a
thousand times if I could and the remarkably affectionate hound, these two
life-improving glorious dogs.
My brain
was frying.
