It’s been raining for five of the last seven days, and the dogs have cabin fever. Ever since Willow’s muddy bath-time fiasco, I only let them outside for potty breaks.
|On the lefrt, Willow, the Labrador. On the right, Buddy, the Shih Tzu.|
So, they’ve resorted to playing outdoor games inside the house. Nothing is funnier than watching this Mutt-and-Jeff duo in a tug of war.
Guess which one usually wins? Yep, that’s right. Willow.
However, Buddy doesn’t back down so easily. He puts up a good fight in one of two ways. The more comical sight is of the little guy slightly airborne and floppy like a ragdoll, biting down on his end of the rope and holding on for dear life.
The more dignified contest is of Buddy yanking the rope while trotting alongside Willow, three steps for her every one step. Now imagine an ox and a piglet yoked together, lopsided of course. You get the picture.
I tried to snap an action photo of their tugging war, but once they saw me, they came running with toys.
Their eyes say it all. “Play with us!”