Remember King? After being trapped in the back cubbyhouse for a while, R convinced me to make a mad dash for the Fat Hen tree while he 'distracted' the dog. Running hard, him chasing, I thought I had made it when he nipped my ankle and made me fall.
A few days earlier, dad had sawed an old branch off the tree and I headbutted square on the cut spot from a sprint and fell to the ground dazed. King looked at me a moment, then went back to get R.
That, and stink bugs.
So many good memories...You getting mauled by King! He was a crazy little dog dude!
That post made me a bit sad writing it to be honest. Thinking about those days...I miss them. Well, I don’t miss the stink bugs. We’re spread all over but a few simple memories bring us back together huh?