A couple hours ago, I had returned from my little jaunts, and the dogs had finished their joyous cavorting to celebrate my glorious and triumphant return. I know, I know, but they act as if I've been gone for months to conquer the world every time I return home! It is SO good for the ego, let me tell you! Anyway, the pagan dances were done, and I put away groceries.
I sat down to check email, while the silly babies played tag and had wrestling matches. They went tearing out the doggy door to the deck, and suddenly there was a terrible shriek of pain. (Beans, you'll get that, right off!) My first thought was a collision of two dogs or perhaps getting stuck as two tried to get out the door at the same time, but it continued. Before the second shriek finished, I was off the couch and to the front door. Max was mostly outside the dog door, but had a back paw stuck. Apparently a claw got wedged in a tiny crevasse. I tried to free him, but in his pain, he was frantic, and clamped down on my hand a couple times. He didn't "bite," per se; no skin was broken, but I have some bruises where his teeth "grabbed" me. Owie, owie! I was able to get him loose, rather quickly and without big incident, but poor boy was frantic. Luckily there was no damage, no split nails, no bloody tear of skin. But I held him for several minutes to calm him, and bless his heart, he just melted into me! Gawd, I love it when one of them just gives it up to me like that.
On a more humorous note, I have to tell you. Jazi and Max often sit on the back of the couch. There is a solid piece to the couch with overstuffed cushions leaning on the back. Jaz and Max are both very adept at walking on the solid part, then when they want to curl up, usually behind my back, they have achieved the ability to incorporate the firm back with the cushion part into a stable resting place.
Now, Joey never goes there. My Joe is happy to curl up beside me, period. No frills. But Sam. Oh, my Sam. My silly Sam!! He wants to be up on the back of the couch with Jaz and/or Max. But, god love his little heart, Sam has not learned to navigate this territory!! He can't figure out that he has to walk on the solid part of the couch back, not on the cushions. Well, he kinda tried, but it seems his balance is, uh, compromised! So Sam starts trying to get around on the back, and it is like watching a Jerry Lewis routine! His feet slip and slide, he catches himself, then falls straddling the couch, climbs back up and tries it again. It is very comical!
And eventually, always, without fail ..... bless his heart, he slips down between the cushion and the solid back, in a wedge that is entrapping. Or so it would seem. Actually he can get out very easily, but he doesn't. Sammy just lays there, as if held captive! And there he remains for whatever period of time his active little spirit will allow! He is such a clown!!
OK, enough. I love my dogs. Can you tell?
Life is beautiful!!!!