BlackJack is a dog, in case you were wondering. He's a 1 year old labradoodle. Since I don't live in Santa Clarita BlackJack isn't totally familiar with me, so he gets very excited about meeting someone new.
Two days ago I was jumping on the trampoline with the kiddies. BlackJack decides he wants to join in on the fun, but there's a giant net around it so he can't get in except for try to weasle his big butt through the latched entrance. After trying every way possible he gives up and just ends up running around the outside.
Now, this totally riles him up. When we decide to leave the trampoline we begin heading inside when he bee-lines for me. Two of the kids are now inside watching BlackJack treat me like his chew toy. I'm kind of freaking out while BlackJack's human sized body is on my clawing my front and back while he is essentially trying to chew on my arm. He thinks this is fun.
As I'm trying to run away and BlackJack begins to "play" harder, Abigail (6) is standing near the gazebo with her hands on her face saying "oh my gosh! oh my gosh! oh my gosh!!".
.... this is beginning to sound like BlackJack is a jerk. But he's just a baby. A huge, brutually unaware of his own strength, baby.
I finally get inside when I'm kind of shaking and check out my battle wounds... 
This is two days after the "attack", but the bruises now show like beautiful purple trophies of victory.
BlackJack. He's a friggin' horse.
To top off this story, today I step off the basketball court to go back inside when again I see him bee-line, full speed, for me. In my head I'm thinking, "Maybe if I stay calm, he'll stay calm and be like 'oh, she sucks at games, I'll go find a lizard'". Yep - I'm stupid. I now have an arm full of bruises on the other side of my body.
I'm hoping after bruising up both of my arms BlackJack will give up on me. I mean, I only freak out when I'm sitting on the couch and this giant black blur jumps across my lap to sit next to me. Why he has to jump over me I'll never understand. But hopefully soon I'll have a story of victory to relay. Like one of those involving a staring contest where the human wins and the dog ends up bowing his head and retreating. That's what I'm waiting for.
2 comments:
Oh my gosh, sister! This is crazy!!! You poor girl, getting beat up by a big dogg.. twice!! They should chain him up when you're around! For real! Whoa!
Lacey I am sorry, but for some reason the way you wrote this made me laugh. I hope you heal quickly and that you will win whatever domineering contest that comes your way. :)
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