A Long Tail

I haven't posted about Julietta, my loving needle-nosed greyhound, in a bit. I have funny short story to tell.

Julietta was feeling rather frisky and wanting to play. She grabbed one of her rawhide chews and jumped on the couch. When I say "jumped", I actually mean she carefully climbed up one leg at a time. It's a sight to see her crawl up so gingerly.

She tried to place the chew on the back of the couch (she likes to put them places, the coffee table, and empty box, any shelf available) but it fell down between the cushions. I was sitting on one end. That took away some of her space to move.

She is a big dog and all legs. It's not easy maneuvering those stilts on couch cushions that sag with every step. She stumbled a bit while trying to recover chew toy. She got so excited when she did finally grasp it that she wagged her tail enthusiastically whilst simultaneously leaping off the couch. Only to hit Tabitha, who was resting on the back of the couch next to me, square in the face with that bony tail.

I looked at the cat and the cat shot flaming daggers of death at me from her green eyes. I've never seen such a dirty look from a cat. It was if she was saying "It's your fault for bringing that ginormous leggy beast in to MY house, bitch".

I was laughing so hard, I fell off the couch and my son came out of his room to see what the commotion was.

Never a dull moment.