Or: Cat People, Come Back Later
The beloved Big Dog is with us for a meager couple of weeks. I wish he could stay longer. He’s about 100 pounds (give or take) of gorgeous good-natured sincerity. He’s always right there, just in case you need some help with that. He walks like Scooby Doo runs. We love this beast.
Our Jonah is 25 pounds; half corgi, half dachshund. Please visualize the size difference.
Now you have to understand that adorable little Jonah is the self-appointed boss, king, hierophant, Ruler of the Universe. The Big Dog is fine with that. More than fine, really, he seems to enjoy being bossed around. It’s a happy match. It’s also a funny one.
Last night there was a difference of opinion about a toy. The Big Dog thought he was going to play with it. Jonah corrected him. So the Big Dog went to Robert for belly rubs. Jonah couldn’t permit that. Since Jonah is half herding-breed, he herded the Big Dog out of the room entirely. The Big Dog is four times Jonah’s size but he never had a chance.
Absolute power may corrupt, but it also has bad manners. I confiscated the toy.
Bam! The opponents became a team. Jonah on one side played cute, the Big Dog on the other played dumb. Hero and sidekick worked together in perfect unison to get me to drop the toy. It’s on top of the refrigerator right now. I’ll take it down later, for the next episode of Big Dog and Little Dictator. Pinky and the Brain have nothing on these guys.
You can friend Jonah on Facebook. He's Jonah D. Mann, because Jonah is da Man.
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=1265278016
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wow, well narrated. when i heard the long version, i thought to myself how difficult it would be to make that into a pithy post. congrats, well done -- not that i expected any less.
Oh, and may one just say... awwwwwwwwwwww!!
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