Them's Wrestlin' Words

At first J didn't believe me.

J says that if you haven’t written for a long time, the best thing to do is just sit down and write. Easy for her to say; she doesn’t have to write it.  I’ve been gone from here for a really long time.  Not that I haven’t written stuff.  J has just been too busy to edit.  I have kind of enjoyed the break but J says I am getting intellectually lazy and it’s time to exercise the mind again. So to remind her, I got out my blog notes from over the past few months.  Oh yeah, said J, I will add those – good work, Maxie, nice writing skills.

You can’t believe the stuff people do. JK have a tree in the house.  Furniture got rearranged.  Buzz and I actually like it better because now we have all this space to wrestle.  When Buzz gets his go-juice put on his food, it helps his joints, and he gets really feisty, sometimes for as long as two minutes at a time.  I LOVE our wrestling matches but they always end too soon. Buzz gets bored and goes back to his lair, then snores and yips, chasing squirrels in his sleep I guess.

Speaking of wrestling.  The other morning we were getting ready for the walk.  I was racing around the driveway with my leash dangling, trying my hardest to get K to throw the Chuck-it ball for me.  Buzz was actually going with us; sometimes he stays home now, JK let him choose. If he comes out to the garage with us to put on leashes and collars, he goes.  If he lounges in his bed and stares at us with an “are you kidding me” look, he stays.  J said to K a while back, I guess when a dog’s age in people years is almost more than our two ages combined, he has the right to slow it down a bit. Buzz says it has nothing to do with age and that it should have been this way all along.  He exercises his right to sleep in. Plus, he doesn’t like J singing “I’m a little PeePot, short and stout” to him when he is marking the important spots on the walk.   He takes his marking very seriously. 

We were waiting for J to turn off the lights and shut the garage door. Down the street were two people walking a couple of gigantic dogs.  They saw me racing around and I guess it scared them because they turned around and went the other way. I know I’m fierce but I didn’t realize THAT fierce.

We finally got going.  K told J the story about the big dogs. J looked down the street. Those are bull mastiffs, she said. Wow, they are huge! Look at the size of their heads! Buzz trotted out ahead -- you could tell he could hardly wait to meet them.  He told me that FINALLY there was a dog to match his own stature and size, not just one, but two of them.  Not since he met Patches the Great Dane at the boat ramp, had he seen any dogs that came close to matching him.  He said could smell their massive strength on the breeze and recognized it as the same scent that comes from his bed. He said they were relatives. He was wound up, I tell you, nose in the air, trotting along like the Sultan of JRT World.  I was like WHATEVER, now where is that Chuck-it.

We caught up with their foursome at the corner of Chapel Creek and Sailview; and JK moved into the street so we could let them have the sidewalk while we passed them. Buzz was totally ready to ask if he could join their Big Dog pack, when all of a sudden, the dog on the leash held by the lady lunged at us. Luckily for us, she held onto the leash. Unluckily for her, she got yanked off her feet, landed hard on the sidewalk, and got dragged across the grass, into the gutter on the street. She screamed for her husband, who jumped over and helped her pull the dog back. I watched in disbelief –and  I thought I pulled on the leash!  And they were wearing those stabbing collars!  Through all this, Buzz was nonchalant. He stared at the lunging dog impassively. Yep, I can relate to that kind of brute strength. He flexed his gut muscles to show me.  

JK  were shocked and asked if the lady was all right. She glanced up at them from her spot in the gutter, still with a death grip on the leash- and said she was-- but we could tell she was shaken up.  We boogied on out of there so the dog wouldn’t be distracted. I looked back once and the lady had stood up again and the dog was sitting on the sidewalk like nothing had happened.  Now THAT was a wrestling match!

Buzz practicing the Jack Mastiff Lunge

Buzz said he would give anything to hang out with them, and that he has learned a new move which he has dubbed the Jack Mastiff Lunge, where he flexes his gut muscles and jumps at me, then rolls over on his back like the lady in the gutter.  He’s tried it out a couple times since then.  I guess it might work but usually I just pin him and then walk away.  He says he’s got it perfected but he needs a bull mastiff to practice with, nothing less will do.  It’s usually at about that point that I just go back to shaking my babies.

So that's the latest --but much more has happened, and I do have some catch-up blogs to post.  I'm embarassed to say that I have a whole lot of thank you notes and whatnot to post (OK, maybe a couple apology notes that J is forcing me to write).  But for now, I did what J suggested and just started writing.  My skills feel a little rusty.  I've wrestled enough words out of my mind for now.  Maybe J or K will give me a peanut butter biscuit for at least making the attempt.   I think I will go lay by the house tree and chase those squirrels Buzz is yipping at.  And hopefully we will wrestle in the morning.