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So my friend that I’ve had since I was 12 came to visit the other day.  We grew up together and got in to more trouble than either of us can seem to remember.  Well, he was visiting family not far away and he came to stay with us for a day.  He brought his 7 year old basenji/red heeler cross with him named Jetta.

We met at a park so that our dogs could meet on neutral territory, get to know each other, then walk as a pack.

Duchess is usually scared to death of other dogs and starts the nervous drooling thing, but after a brief introduction, she was pretty excited about having a new friend to play with.  Jake on the other hand acts like an idiot in public.  He goes into this hyperventilating spaz mode which is great at getting leashes tangled.

We came home and let the dogs out in the backyard to run and play together.  I just love how I happened to take this picture in the junkiest part of our backyard.

After playing outside in the heat, they were exhausted and came in to crash.  Jetta was delighted to see that we had a dog bed that met her exact specifications.

That night after the nap, Jetta came to life with vigor.  She kept getting all up in Duchess’ bidness as you can see.

And then it was time to play!  This is Duchess and Jetta doing their Godzilla vs. Mothra impression (notice the trucks below them… I imagine tiny little Japanese people screaming and running away).

Then Jetta started getting angry for some reason.  I think she’s a mogwai and isn’t supposed to be fed or watered after midnight or something.  Jake’s expression shows that he’s quite unamused by the curly-tailed dog with the chip on her shoulder.  Duchess is trying to show submission here to let Jetta know that she just wants to play.

But nope.  Jetta had made up her mind that, being a metroplex dog, she was way too good to play with these hillbillies that live in the sticks.

So the dogs went to their own areas and went to snoozing.  But the story doesn’t end there.  As we were wrapping up for the night, my friend said, “I need to get something out of my truck before you lock up.”  I said, “Okay sure” and started cleaning up and whatnot.

When he went out the front door, Jetta turned her skin inside out, transformed into a Tasmanian devil and went for the kill on poor little Oliver who was passed out cold.  I grabbed her harness to pull her off of him… and she ate my face.

I went to the ground with her so that I could pin her down and try to control those teeth that were flailing in all directions.  The Vampire Wife was laughing her head off and simply asked, “Are you okay?”  That’s when I looked up at her and she could see all the blood.  She quit laughing.

Although, the part I find absolutely hilarious is thinking about it from my friend’s standpoint when he walked in.  Dogs are passed out in such calm tranquility when he walks out the door.  He comes back in 45 seconds later to find me laying on top of his dog, clutching her in a death grip, with puncture wounds on my chin, with my face, shirt, jeans all covered in blood.

He just kinda stood there with his iPhone in his hand, completely stunned.  He just said, “….what…..happened?” with his eyebrows up as far as they can go. I still laugh every time I think about what it would be like to come back in the house to see that.

The kicker?  The next day I was the speaker for the Lions club here.  Oh well, at least telling the story of the facial wounds gave me an icebreaker to get the crowd loosened up.

So a tetanus shot later (those things hurt for days!) and a round of antibiotics, I’m all healed up.  Oh and bonus – I have a wicked cool Indiana Jones scar in the crease of my chin now!  I was all proud of it and showing the Vampire Wife and she said, “Indiana Jones has a scar on his chin?”  *sigh*

We were talking about my friend last night (he and I text through the Rangers games so that I can make fun of his favorite player and he can tell me how his guy is better than my guy blah blah blah) and the Vampire Wife said, “He should come visit more often… without Jetta.”

I agreed.

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Sorry it’s been a while.  We were on vacation for a week, then The Boy went to be with the grandparents for a week, so our routine got a little wonky for a bit.

While The Boy was gone, The Smallish Boy whose grandparents live across the street came over to visit us one night.  I gave him a big block of chocolate (from what I understand, he’d never had chocolate before, so of course I had to oblige) and let him play with the dogs.

Notice that Oliver the Anti-Social is nowhere to be found.  Freak.

In this photo, Duchess seems to be saying, “Dude… you can’t handle your chocolate very well.  If you don’t calm down Imma gone have to put the smack down on you.”

Which ended with her then making good on her threat.

The highlight of the visit was when we got busy talking and didn’t notice that The Smallish Boy had climbed on Jake’s back saddle-style while Jake was laying on the ground.  I looked up just in time for Jake to take off like a bucking bronco.  The Smallish Boy flew through the air and bounced off some various objects like a ping pong ball.  It was quite entertaining.  He thought it was pretty funny too, thank goodness.

Oh and speaking of Jake, he seems to be almost completely healed and has finished his last round of antibiotics.  Now we just have to keep an eye on it to make sure no infection comes back.  I hope he’s out of the woods now though.

Next time The Smallish Boy comes over though, I think I’ll feed him about a pound of chocolate, put a helmet on him and wrap him in bubble wrap, then pump Jake full of his opiates.  Only this time I’m gonna have the video camera rolling.

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“What?  Move?  Ballgame?  I know not of this ‘ballgame’ of which you speak… I am not from your country.”

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Or at least she’s really trying her best at it.  When you have hair as long as the Vampire Wife’s, you probably need an extra hand… errr… paw now and then.

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The boy agrees with her.

Anyone got a cabin in the mountains they’re just dying to share with us???

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