Winston is very happy with the weather. He's ecstatic to see the grass and the sun. I don't know how he does it, but he's been marking his territory like mad; as if the yard is completely new to him. Every shrub, tree and fence post needs his "signature". (I don't know how his little kidneys do it!) This of course also includes the clubhouse out back. Now yesterday while it was so very beautiful, I let him out to "sign" everything all over again. He proudly sauntered out to the play set( he has an extremely macho walk where his legs are wide apart forcing him to swagger and he bounces so his ears jiggle. Of course his curly tail sways back and forth) and began circling the tire swing. I watched him turn and go back the other way carefully surveying his newest territory.
"Noooo. He's not going to try THAT." I thought to myself.
Yep. My chubby lil jug made this skippy dance move and hiked his leg but he was off balance. No problem. He's a quick thinker and leaned against the tire swing. Well he must have put on a bit of weight this winter because the swing swayed out, spun a little and came back, striking Wee-man in the "junk" and knocking him over into the mud and mulch. He did what any noble man would do. He got up and flipped dirt at it with his hind legs and ran to me jumping into my lap. THEN to make his position clear he chuffed, snorted and half-barked at it. I think he was scolding it.
"Bad, stinky tire swing. You're lucky my MOMMY'S here or I'd kick your...."
The rest of the afternoon he spent atop the library couch glaring at that stupid swing.
Let the battle begin. Sadly, odds are in the swing's favor.
