Twice is crazy.
We’re at crazy right now. Third doesn’t even need to happen.
Remember when Zanna the Wonder Pup “home-based” me at the dog park, when she was playing too hard with the Great Danes? They were chasing her (all Zanna-instigated), then she got scared and ran up behind me, the dogs couldn’t stop, and hit me. They knocked my knees out from under me, I fell and I ate the pole by which I was standing? Result: Two black eyes and a cut lip.
This weekend, we were all vegging out on the couch - I was leaning up against ThatManILove, and Zack and Zanna were curled up at the other end of the couch.
Zanna the Instigator starts a wrestling match with Zack the Wonder Dog, and they’re gently playing with each other. I’m about halfway paying attention, and halfway watching a movie. Zanna moves up closer to ThatManILove and I. There’s a moment’s lull, then Zack pounces. All 70 pounds of him.
His right paw lands on top of my left eye and cheek. ThatManILove jumps up, says, “Oh, baby, are you okay?” I assure him I am, it really didn’t hurt - it scared me more than anything. And Zack is so gentle, he really is...he wouldn’t hurt Zanna, and he certainly wouldn’t hurt me, so the pounce was really light.
We get everybody settled and go back to watching the movie. Later on, I get up to go get a drink, and happen to look at my face. And I see that there has been a little damage. This is with coverup makeup. Coverup just ain’t gonna happen on this one. I can’t wait until I call on customers tomorrow.
It's never boring around here.