Dogs are cute and cuddly. Their faces are fun to squeeze. My dogs love to be hugged. Sometimes my dogs and I get into this hugging rough housing war. Because there are two of them, one is always super jealous that the other is getting hugged and gets all up in my face. The un-hugged dog tries to be cute enough for me to disengage the hug of the hugged dog, to switch to hugging them. This goes on repeat until I either smash the two of them together and hug them both, or they start wrestling each other and I meander away.
Well friends, today things got a little out of control. It was time to go for a W-A-L-K (you have to spell it out because if you say the word, they’ll act like I just told them we’re going to Disneyland, which is a topic for another entry). They both run to the door, following me in and out of the room while I’m looking for my other shoe. Bacio does a wiggly-whiney thing when he’s really excited, so I started the hugging war. I stopped the hug off to find my sweatshirt and he was wiggle following me as I was walking. I went to hug him again and I started scratching his hips. He got soooo excited about it he jumped up, and knocked me right in the nose. I grew up taking karate, and in my many years of sparring, I only had one bloody nose. I spar close to once a week now, and I’ve never had a bloody nose. Something about Bacio’s big head is more lethal than a fist. I frantically started looking around for paper towels, and managed to sprinkle Bacio, my shirt, and my kitchen floor with the brightest red droplets I’ve ever seen.
I was a bit lightheaded and did what any responsible adult would do in that situation and ate a Butterfinger. I wiped up the dog and the floor and reflected on the situation. I’ll have to start having people sign waivers in order to hug my dogs.
Embrace at your own Risk.
