They were big and furry and big and really slobbery and big. If an errant tennis ball went over the fence into the yard, we typically just gave it up for lost. I had a particularly adventurous friend, however, who thought it would be exciting to try to retrieve one such ball.
We were able to scale the stone wall enough to peek over the top and see our bright fluourescent tennis ball in the corner of the yard. There was no sign of the gargantuan dog family. My friend - let's call her "Madonna" - decided to go for it.
I was the voice of reason.
"It's no biggie. We can still play. We shouldn't go into her yard".
The homeowner was an elderly woman who, I think, lived in the large house by herself with those 3 or 4 huge dogs. I had a feeling the dogs were very protective of the old woman.
Madonna had that look in her eye, though. She loved to tempt fate, and this looked like much more fun to her than tennis. It wasn't even about the ball. Not to Madonna.
I helped her to the top of the wall. It was wide enough for her to stand up and walk around on, to get a better view of the situation. There was no sign of the beasts. Maybe they were inside.
With that, Madonna hopped down into the yard. I walked over to a barred gate where I could see what she was up to. She stealthfully made her way to that not-worth-it tennis ball.
I still remember the sound. That oh so deep sound of the bark of an oh so very large dog. I saw the first of the ginormous hounds begin lumbering toward Madonna. She had the ball by then. The dogs were big and slow, possibly a bit old. Madonna was, thankfully, young and fast.
She made it to the wall with the large mass of fur and slobber right on her heels. She and I jumped at the same time, and I grabbed her wrist from my end and helped pull her to the top of the wall. That's when I noticed the old woman in the yard and coming toward us.
"Oh, I was just getting our tennis ball", Madonna stated meekly and breathlessly.
"Okay", she said. "The dogs are friendly. Want to say 'hi'?"
With that, I found myself in the backyard with the jumbo canines. No, they weren't mean at all. Just huge lovable oaflike hounds. The slobber... OH.. the slobber...
|Sexy and she knows it|
Yesterday, agg79 suggested I sketch our pooch, China. We literally snatched China from the jaws of Humane Society death (but that's another story) about 10 years ago.
She's been the best dog with the sweetest personality we could ask for. She and I have a bond, being the lone females of the household.
Sometimes people I know will tell me that they saw me out walking with my "big" dog, and I have to laugh a little.
I know BIG dog, and China ain't it.