The Great Pitbull Attack
Hello everyone on the blog, that includes Heefy's friends and
other people too, meaning the ones who Heefy does not know and
the person who keeps the pitbull who does maintenance for the
next door building (you know who you are), whom Heefy does not
like at all.
So, there is snow, which is very good, as everyone knows, because
it is over a foot deep, which when you jump in the middle of it
and push your nose down into the cold power, is almost like
schwimmin. And since there is the good snow, and it is cold, the
monkey's have not been taking Heefy--aka the GOOD DOG--for enough
walks at all. Which is almost none, because it if is less than
3 miles, it does not count. But today, when the Liebling was on
the phone, the Guy took the GOOD DOG out to the park at the corner,
and Heefy ran like a maniac on the 'stender leash, which he does
not like, but it is better than the short leash, and Heefy can't
be offaleash inatown.
And we had 'ventures. First, after run like a maniac, was an old
man with a cane who fell down in the street and couldn't get back
up, and the guy wanted to help, so he told Heefy to stay by the
lamppost with his leash, which was not needful, 'cause Heefy wanted
to help too. But then the Guy helped the old man up and came back
and got the GOOD DOG, and we headed home to the BOP.
Except on the way, the Guy saw way far away the big pitbull who
lives in the truck of the maintenance man for the building next
door, which is where they have eye doctors. The man was shoveling
snow, and the Guy couldn't tell if he was onaleash or off, that is,
the pitbull, not the maintenance man. So, we went way, way around
the whole block to come to the BOP from the other direction, which
was good, 'cause it was more schimmin through the deep snow like a
maniac and get-the-leash, which are good games, almost as good as
chase the ball. Except then we crossed the street and came from
behind the 5-foot high piles of snow, and the pitbull saw us.
The Guy was going to take us inside quickly, but the pitbull CHARGED.
It came flying over to attack from half-way to the park, and the Guy
loosened the leash and the stupid man called at his charging pitbull,
uh-huh. Heefy was standing there and the pitbull attacked him with its
mean teeth and Heefy defended himself, and the Guy tried to help by
kicking the pitbull, which was hard enough to lift it off the ground,
which was very good, and it stopped fighting and the Guy pulled Heefy
back, and the stupid monkey from next door came over and said, "Oh,
he never did that before." Uh-huh.
And the that monkey finally dragged the pitbull away and the Guy took
us inside, except I forgot to say that the Liebling heard this from
upstairs, 'cause we were right outside. And we came in and the Guy and
the Liebling checked to see if the GOOD DOG was bleeding, which he
wasn't, but he has bruises and hair pulled out and swelling on his
shoulder. Then they fed Heefy rice with his kibbles, which is pretty
good. So, that's all of the adventures for today.
ruff
other people too, meaning the ones who Heefy does not know and
the person who keeps the pitbull who does maintenance for the
next door building (you know who you are), whom Heefy does not
like at all.
So, there is snow, which is very good, as everyone knows, because
it is over a foot deep, which when you jump in the middle of it
and push your nose down into the cold power, is almost like
schwimmin. And since there is the good snow, and it is cold, the
monkey's have not been taking Heefy--aka the GOOD DOG--for enough
walks at all. Which is almost none, because it if is less than
3 miles, it does not count. But today, when the Liebling was on
the phone, the Guy took the GOOD DOG out to the park at the corner,
and Heefy ran like a maniac on the 'stender leash, which he does
not like, but it is better than the short leash, and Heefy can't
be offaleash inatown.
And we had 'ventures. First, after run like a maniac, was an old
man with a cane who fell down in the street and couldn't get back
up, and the guy wanted to help, so he told Heefy to stay by the
lamppost with his leash, which was not needful, 'cause Heefy wanted
to help too. But then the Guy helped the old man up and came back
and got the GOOD DOG, and we headed home to the BOP.
Except on the way, the Guy saw way far away the big pitbull who
lives in the truck of the maintenance man for the building next
door, which is where they have eye doctors. The man was shoveling
snow, and the Guy couldn't tell if he was onaleash or off, that is,
the pitbull, not the maintenance man. So, we went way, way around
the whole block to come to the BOP from the other direction, which
was good, 'cause it was more schimmin through the deep snow like a
maniac and get-the-leash, which are good games, almost as good as
chase the ball. Except then we crossed the street and came from
behind the 5-foot high piles of snow, and the pitbull saw us.
The Guy was going to take us inside quickly, but the pitbull CHARGED.
It came flying over to attack from half-way to the park, and the Guy
loosened the leash and the stupid man called at his charging pitbull,
uh-huh. Heefy was standing there and the pitbull attacked him with its
mean teeth and Heefy defended himself, and the Guy tried to help by
kicking the pitbull, which was hard enough to lift it off the ground,
which was very good, and it stopped fighting and the Guy pulled Heefy
back, and the stupid monkey from next door came over and said, "Oh,
he never did that before." Uh-huh.
And the that monkey finally dragged the pitbull away and the Guy took
us inside, except I forgot to say that the Liebling heard this from
upstairs, 'cause we were right outside. And we came in and the Guy and
the Liebling checked to see if the GOOD DOG was bleeding, which he
wasn't, but he has bruises and hair pulled out and swelling on his
shoulder. Then they fed Heefy rice with his kibbles, which is pretty
good. So, that's all of the adventures for today.
ruff