The dogs are quiet and thenthe dogs explode into a frenzy of growls and fake-bites and ass-licks and snarls and then
there is quiet once again.
Oliver is an interesting toy to the three
behemoths o' brindle; Ollie has spent
a good portion of his time, here,
on his back, his feet pawing for purchase in the
gray sky and
pushing off 'gainst marbled muscle
And then, he has had enough and the little boy bares
his teeth and charges at the
big 'uns,
with a mewl of Napoleanic hubris.
He comes in low, torpedoing his sharp little teeth
at crotch-level, and the
big dogs skip out of the way, protecting
what they have left.
It is a cartoon of spinning limbs and echoing snarls and
flashing teeth and flapping tongues and then
all is quiet.
And all is good.
(Until Petey starts mouthing off and it begins anew.)
3 comments:
I just love the way you write. That picture is awesome!!! The three big babies trying to pick on poor old Ollie! Adorable!
I posted a new blog today if your interested! =]
Glad Ollie is refusing to back down from the three-headed monster. LOL
Thanks, Teasah. I appreciate the glowing praise. ;-) I liked the picture, too. As Jay said below, "the three-headed monster." LOL
Jay: Sho nuff, Ollie is tougher than he looks. He reminds me of a badger. Or a wolverine. =o) That's mah booooyyyyyyyy.
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