I may need to think twice about watching wrestling when Domino is around, because it appears he’s mastering the art of the foreign object.

He likes to come over while you’re sitting down and put his front paws up on you. This has evolved into a game with him and I where sometimes I’ll try to tip him over and then we both end up on the floor, flopping, running, and wrestling around. He does most of the running, to be fair. But whoever does what, he loves it. At least I thought he did.

The last time we did this, things were proceeding as normal. We’re having ourselves a grand old time when suddenly he stops, calmly walks over to the big bone Carin bought him a couple days earlier, picks it up, strolls back over to me, takes a mighty swing and just drills me right in the back of the head with it. I laughed so hard it took me a good minute to catch my breath. I laughed, but he got me a good one. Right behind the left ear. Kinda hurt a little, not gonna lie.

So far, it doesn’t seem to have knocked any sense into me. We wound up playing tonight when he got home from a Walmart run. And wouldn’t you know it, the friggin jerk tried it again. This time he went for the face, but I was ready for him. I caught it and held one end of it so he could chew the other. That’s another one of his favourite things to do, so he was happy.

He’s such a fun dog, even if sometimes our ideas of fun are juuuuust a weeeeeeeee bit different.

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      1. Don’t you dare be sour! Clap for domino, and feel the power!

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