Does this look like the face of a naughty boy?
What about the face of a boy who almost got himself hit by a car on a 6-lane road?
I gave mom the scare of her life on Friday when a walk home from the bark park turned into a bird-chasing half-hour of horror. I spotted a critter in the trees and yanked myself free from mom's hand. I then sprinted full-tilt for 30 minutes, doing ever larger and larger circles in the garden at the side of the road looking for that tasty niblet. Folks tried desperately to get my attention by getting to the ground and acting all fun and awesome and stuff, but I was deep in hunting obsession mode and would not respond to anyone. I even had a sidewalk full of people watching the event! Mom started out by attempting to lure me with treats and fun and calm but I was too crazed to even see her. So it turned into a full-on chase with mom screaming and a bunch of other folks diving into the bushes for me. No luck! I came dangerously close to the road quite a few times. I would have been free and racing in downtown Chicago.
Mom and Big Pupi ran after me until mom thought she couldn't sprint any more. As it turned out, I had scooped up a piece of fruit while on my mad dash and when I accidentally dropped it I quit running to find it again. That's when mom dove for my leash and I was captured. She didn't say a word as the audience applauded and I was ignored until I was Heeling Like Good Boy on the way home. The silent treatment part was not cool. However, my lunatic sprinting was a great time!
We caught up to the very nice man that dirtied his sweater making a dive for me, and mom said thanks many many times. He said that he couldn't believe how fast I was (YES!) and that I would have gotten tired eventually (NO!). He didn't know that I had been running like that for a full hour at the bark park before the event! I don't get "tired." The only reason I nap is because I'm bored. Seriously.
So I've heard mom say that was the last time she will walk Pupi and me together until I have better manners. In the mean time, we'll stick to running where I am attached to mom's waist with a carabener so there's no chance of dropped leashes. Walking will only happen when I'm alone and mom can use 2 hands on me at once. Geesh. She has no sense of adventure!
While on our super fun game of chase, Big Pupi got a toe caught in between 2 slats of wood on this make-shift platform they had in the garden. Being the super hero that he is, he didn't stop zooming around even though his toe was bleeding quite badly. Despite his state, we all had to walk the last 1/3-mile home and Pupi never complained once. When we were finally home he got his paw trimmed and cleaned and wrapped up nice and tight. My silly brother's toe was swollen like a marble but thank goodness it isn't broken and the nail doesn't appear to be fractured or pushed into the nail bed. He still doesn't limp and it seems to be healing well. In fact, despite the swelling mom can move his toe about, tug gently on the nail and press on the swelling without so much as a flinch from Pupi. Dewclaws crossed it continues to improve! She just needs to prevent him from nibbling on it as much as he'd like to.
Your very own Stanislaw, The Troublemaker himself, came out of the whole event without so much as a scratch. It was my oh-so well behaved brother that took the beating! But still... my parents wouldn't have known what to do if anything had happened to me. I don't really understand what the big deal was - I was just playing! They said that I was one lucky boy. Duh! I eat raw meat! How lucky is that?
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