Thursday, April 15, 2010

trapped

I'd like to go out on the porch and take photos of some more paintings, but Garrett has his girlfriend Wild L over here to "play", and I'm trapped in here. Without warning, their heavy wrasslin' explodes into dead-out laps around and around the studio. They like to play rough. Actually, calling it "play" is like Ahmadinejad calling his bombs reactors. Occasionally, they call a truce to drink, pant and pee, and I cautiously venture out to check for sports injuries. If I ever do have to go to the house, I run from pillar to post to get there. They're way too fast to shoot a video, but I did get some stills while Garrett chewed on her one afternoon...

He just happened to be on top at this moment; believe me, she gets in her licks, too.


In 2002, Someone apparently thought I was taking my lifelong trust of dogs for granted and taught me the lesson of a lifetime; two dogs, 180 pounds between them, accidentally slammed into my right knee. (Did I already mention this? Sorry, but it made a real impression on me.) They also were playing, but the ensuing 2 surgeries and 10 months of PT put the Fear of Dog into me, so now I let them have the field to themselves. I know it sounds totally out of control, but they'll stop on a dime the instant I call the game. 

A landscaper is coming tomorrow to restore what's left of the yard and has asked me to keep the dogs out of the garden. Right...  So one more round tomorrow morning. Their game is truly hilarious, and they have as much fun as I've ever seen two dogs have. I can wait and take my pictures tomorrow afternoon.   

8 comments:

Katherine van Schoonhoven said...

Good mommies never leave their young male charges unsupervised alone with their girlfriends! What fun they must have had! No blood, right? Just play! You can see their happy exhaustion in the tongues hanging out of their mouths. Good times. When your dog is happy, you're happy. A happy day. With chilies! Nice.

Melinda said...

These kids look like they are having the time of their lives, just as dogs should do each day. What a joy to have the privilege of living with the pack.

I'm sorry that you were caught in the middle of two dogs years ago, but I'm glad you still love and trust them.

Looking forward to more of your paintings and words.

Janelle Goodwin said...

Oh dear, I can relate to getting injured by a playful dog. When my yellow lab was a puppy, I had her on the leash walking through the woods. She was so excited that she bolted and ended up breaking my foot. After being in a cast for six weeks, I still loved her. I'm glad you showed us these pictures. They tickled me!

SamArtDog said...

Great mommies let the kids go wild once in a while.

SamArtDog said...

Janelle, what is it about labbies? I wonder if they don't get a cut from the osteopods. Mine have kept the local docs in clover!

Jala Pfaff said...

Funny pics.
And then The Husband (mine) had his shoulder pulled out of its socket a few years ago when Jazz did his "I'm stopping here NOW" thing with no warning, like he does.

bonnieluria said...

Love that spirit of play till you drop. Like we were as kids.
I could watch these antics all day.

Don Gray said...

Even my Winslow--all 25 pounds of him--can pack a wallop. He hammered my knee with his shoulder at full gallop the other day and I limped around for hours.

We forgive them though, don't we? Great photos.