Thursday, July 14, 2011

Not Pressing Charges

Poor Indy.  He's really getting a bum rap lately.  He tries, really he does.  But he can't be blamed for animal instincts.  The food was right there.  It was so close, he could smell it.  Sure, he had his own food, in his own dish, but Jack's was right there, next to his!  It could have been meant for his Dinner, part II. 

Normally, Jack's dish is waaaay across the kitchen and it's clear whose is whose.  But mom was lazy and didn't want to bend down twice to drop off each bowl.  She just set the two bowls side-by-side.  How was he supposed to know?

Poor Jack.  He tries, really he does.  But he can't be blamed for eating his own food, in his own dish.  Sure, mom had put it mere inches away from Indy's bowl, but Jack didn't mind.  Food's food.  There's always enough to go around.  Apparently, Indy wasn't so sure.

In an instant, Indy went from eating his own food to clobbering Jack{hey, that's my second dinner!}.  Jack recoiled {hey, man, that's my only dinner} and then stole away into the comforting, sympathetic arms of ohhhh-ing and awww-ing children.

I was just minding my own business...

Indy felt bad, once he had finished both dinners.  Jack had a shiner, but got to partake of the People's dinner as a consolation that night.  Indy had temporarily fallen out of good graces with everyone it seemed, and slunk away to the corner.  Meanwhile, Lucy sat prim, proper, and proud as if to say, "I'm a good girl, aren't I?  I didn't give anybody a black eye, no I didn't.  Not like him.  I'm a good girl."

Later, when everyone was settled in for movie night, Indy lumbered over from his place of retreat to where Jack was sleeping and started licking Jack's wound.  He continued for about 20 seconds.  This proved just long enough for me to debate whether or not it was worth getting my camera.  Once I agreed that yes, perhaps I'd have time to grab the camera and make it back in time, I got up, ran to the kitchen, snatched said camera, ran back to the family room, and got the last 5 seconds of the care fest.  Turns out it was too dark to see on video.  It was precious though.  All was forgiven.  No one was pressing charges.


Incidentally, Indy would make the vet proud.  At previous yearly check-ups, the vet has said he'd like to see Indy with more of a waist.  A little over a year ago, we reduced his food portions, which helped a little.  Then last summer we hit the beach and the rivers more regularly which helped a lot.  Winter hit and he jello'd up a bit(I'm not throwing stones...)  This past weekend we noticed Indy's really looking fit!  He even voluntarily hopped in the truck throughout 90% of the last road trip.  We figure the exaggerated sleekness is due largely in part to the repeated visits to the trampoline.

Yesterday, Indy flawlessly flew up to the trampoline to retrieve a tennis ball.  Lucy must have had the idea to cut him off as he jumped down, or else she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, because he, in his 87 pound sleekness, landed directly on top of her.  She let out a shriek, and blazed across the yard {still shrieking} and sat down, startled, pawing at her eye.  She continued to look stunned, pawing her eye over and over for the next several seconds.  Indy, once again, slunk away{I've done it again!} to the opposite corner of the yard and craned his neck to see what the general consensus was.  We knew it was an accident, and called him over to us.  He laid his head on his paws as dejectedly as a dog could, and reluctantly relented to join us after a good 30 seconds of cajoling on our part.

Poor Indy.  He tries, really he does.

Poor Lucy.  Her eye was pretty sore and weepy yesterday.  Thankfully, it looks completely better today.  She's not pressing charges either.

1 comment:

  1. I love the picture of Indy (i'm sorry! really i am!):)