Tuesday, January 19, 2010

US AirPaws



As the night sets in, and we get ready for bed, Blue and Indy would have one last paw sparing session with each other. Tired and with a splitting headache I would sit on the corner of the bed to distract them from growling, groaning and whimpering in such a way that if one of them wanted to face me, usually Blue, he would have to leap of the bed and turn around towards me. On occasions he would do just that.  Instead, if he decided to fall into my trap, his front paws would slowly rise in the air, as if followed by a horror movie theme, and land square on my shoulders with his elbows digging into the back of my ribcage.

His tongue would surprise me by appearing in the left corner of  my eye and it would then start sliding down my cheek.  Even though it was extremely wet, his grinding tongue was no match for my two day shade with sharp and irritating hair which brought it to a halt. If dogs could portray our sour face expression it would look just like his face at that moment.  He would quickly draw his tongue in, like a open CD tray of a computer or a measuring tape, and start nibbling on my ear.

Since I was little my ears produced excess wax and Blue, one morning while trying to wake me up, discovered just that.  He has not been the same since.  Earwax for him is what lemon is for me.  My mouth goes numb after a lick but one lick is simply not enough.

I would grab a hold of his paws, bend like a grandma and rise quickly as if from a squat. He would start pedaling down my back and scratch hard enough to rip through the shirt and leave scars.  As soon as I would have my balance in check I would swing back my arms and give support to his back paws. From that point on we would fly throughout the room with him panting and blowing steam into my ear without any other movement what so ever.  If he could talk he would compare this ride to the Spiderman one in Universal Orlando: you are seated and the small movements and images around give you the illusion of motion. Too bad he does not talk because I would tell him that his comparison does not make any sense.


(pictures are taken on another ocassion but they illustrate the story as well)

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