1 Point to the Boy

Roscoe, The Idiot Dog, is a big galoot.  He’s tall and thin like older puppies generally are.  I say puppy because he’s only a year and a half, and anyone who has had big dogs will tell you that they are still very much a puppy at his age.  In fact, it is my belief that they don’t even grow a brain until well into their second year.  I tell you this because perhaps it will explain some of his antics.  That sitting-on-the-table thing, I’m at a loss over.  It’s just weird, and I don’t think that anyone is going to give me a believable explanation.  But, under the category of normal puppy behavior is his playfulness. 

That dog races around like a maniac for hours until he just literally drops where he is from exhaustion.  Unfortunately, he often doesn’t have anyone to play with.  The humans in his pack aren’t always up for a wrestling death match. 

Yesterday evening he was really wound up.  When I caught up with him, he was racing up and down the hall and baying like a pack of wolves.  He leapt on a big heavy chair and it skated across the room on the tile.  That explains why the furniture keeps moving.  So he grabs one of The Bandit’s toys and bows in invitation.  Bandit ignores him, he’s coloring and will not be disturbed.  Roscoe is having none of this so now he starts muscling the boy by sidling up to him and bumping into him trying to move him.  Bandit tells him to go away and shoves him back.  Roscoe persists, this time by standing on his coloring book.  The dog is bigger than the boy and now my little man is getting frustrated.  The dog simply will not go away.  So Bandit looks up and bites the hell out of the dog, right on his flank, and went right back to coloring. 

Roscoe just looked at me as if to say, “Did you just see that?”, but he did leave the boy alone after that.

I don’t know who was more surprised me or the dog.