The Assassin dog and I were virtually done with our morning romp toward insanity when this little cute puppy lunged from his porch and attempted a coup right there at the end of his driveway.
It would have been cute except for the fact that this puppy was a rottweiler in training and we were usurpers on HIS turf. Except it wasn't his turf he was defending. It was the ROAD.
Because there are no sidewalks in the older neighborhood at the end of our trail, we walk on the roadway in the government sanctioned, drivers test approved location with the assassin firmly walking in the 'heel' mode. That is, until HE leaped from the porch and came at us with all of the enthusiasm of an ICBM but none of the guidance.
Gypsy (aka: the Assassin) knows nothing but her own little plans of walking and running me into various obstacles along our path. This hairball was nothing more than an obstacle in her mind.
Issuing a few deep growls and showing this little cannibal her teeth, she sent the hound into full retreat mode.
Feeling exceptionally full of herself by this point, the Assassin carefully wove between a power pole and its' guy wire to try and decapitate me. Only a swift yank and sidestep prevented her from calling the lawyers office for the settlement hearing.
She pouted all the way home.
If you haven't ever seen a dog pout, you are missing out on one of life's greatest moments.
Although we have kissed and made up, I know our truce will only last until the leash is snapped into place for our next walk. Those tender brown eyes don't fool me one lick. Behind that gentle facade lies the heart of a killer. Merciless and tough. Afraid of nothing and no one.
That might explain the number of squirrels in our yard.
Yeah, they aren't snacks for her - they are her accomplices.
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