Wrestling Side Effects

Typhoon’s and Roscoe’s wrestling side effects almost prevented this very post from being written.

You ready to rumble?
You ready to rumble?

How can a simple tale about two dogs’ joy in their high-spirited games possibly have almost been prevented? Hu-Dad had his photos. He had his story ready to write. He had the perfect end-of-the-week post ready to go. Except…

Wrestling to commence in 3... 2... 1...
Wrestling to commence in 3… 2… 1…

As Hu-Dad settled into his office chair, a wrestling match broke out between these same two canines. They slammed and rolled and rocked and… crashed into Hu-Dad’s chair. Yes, they knocked him from his writing perch. And so this post almost didn’t happen.

Ignore the fur that has already dropped on the playing field.
Ignore the fur that has already dropped on the playing field.

5 Comments

  1. tammy j on October 16, 2020 at 2:15 pm

    oh good lord! you were caught in mid-tackle!!!
    rest up. you have the weekend to get into shape.
    xo

  2. Patty Markiewicz on October 16, 2020 at 10:46 am

    The survival of the fittest. I think you lost Hu-dad. lol

    • Susan on October 16, 2020 at 9:59 pm

      😉

  3. Debbie and Ruby on October 16, 2020 at 9:00 am

    Have a fun weekend and watch out for the Husky body slam!!

  4. Jean Burkhardt on October 16, 2020 at 7:29 am

    Oh dear Hu-Dad-I hope you weren’t injured? I know how powerful they can be. When our boy was younger and would take off in the yard at me I would have to hold onto the house to keep from getting knocked over! I hope the “fighting” didn’t last too long! Have a wonderful weekend all!

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