This is very simple and quick. It was too funny to let go and you know how I LOVE to laugh over my lil pig, Winston.
Well, he has this ritual outside when he does his business. When finished, he stops and waits for the words "Good boy" and then we race for the house. I must accompany him since he is blonde like his mommy and gets lost easily. Poor thing, really. It's sad. So he does what he must and waits for it....waiiiiiits for it and I take my runner's pose and cheat a couple of steps while saying; "Good BOY!" Well in the background you should be humming Chariots of Fire as we race like the Olympiads we are. (!!!) He gets to the edge of the porch and does this leap. It was spectacular! His chubby lil legs were all stretched out and his ears were half-cocked. He was sleek, just for a moment. His tongue was hanging out..I tell ya, if he could have, he would have been laughing and squealing. He was ahead of me of course, finishing strong, heading for open door. He was home free! He could have his cookie, dance and sing! He was sure life was puppy perfect.
Except he missed the steps. Yep. Running at full tilt, feelin like the fastest cheetah in the world, he missed the steps and smashed face first into them. He folded up like an accordion. There was this "umphh" as all his breath was forced out of him by his butt meeting his nose. And then? He bounced down and flopped onto the porch as if he were spring loaded--backwards. He stood there for a minute,staggering around in a little confused circle. He had this look on his face that seemed to say "What the ---- just happened"? I truly thought he was going to pass out. He wobbled and began to shake his head and snort.
I scooped him up and checked his eyes and nose. They were smooshed. Okay, that's normal for a pug so what could I do? I called the vet and talked with them; got the reassurance I needed and then wiped the giggly tears away. Whew! At least the vet thought I was upset. Bullet dodged. I put him down and he just sulked away. I think he hurt his pride. He moped all night. He wouldn't get up or play not even with his favorite toy. He just wanted to lay around and sigh.
Poor guy. Nothing hurts worse than wounded pride.
So this morning as I crouched down and whispered "Good boy". I watched him as he jogged across the lawn, tippy-toed up the porch and waited at the bottom of the steps for me to go first.
I think he was waiting for me to walk into the slider...not this time ole boy.
Nothing major. Just a blurb. Thanks for taking the time to stop by. Always appreciate the visits.
