So...my mom and grandpa take me to the park to run last night. As soon as we get there I see another dog. She was cute so I went up to say hello. Well someone must have sniffed the wrong spot and before I knew it we were going at it. I'm not usually a fighter but the teeth came out, foamy spit was flying and we were both up on two legs. I was just trying to show her that I was the leader, I have no idea what her problem was! My grandpa pulled me away and her mom pulled her away and then we just kind of parted ways. I came away we a cut on my nose and one on my leg, not sure if it was a scratch or a bite but I'm fine. Now don't think I was the weaker one in all this. I am a boxer and I was just trying to take a stance. Don't worry...we're all fine and it really didn't get ugly. Sometimes I tend to elaborate a bit on my adventures.
Later down the path I came across another dog. Her name was Grizzy. No problems there. We had a blast. I think she likes to run as much as I do so we had a good time.
After the run we went up to the pump and got a nice cold drink of water and went home. I hope I see her again.
So I came home, had a good dinner... Mom gave me roast beef and gravy on my lamb kibble... Jumped up on my chair, licked my wounds, and fell asleep.
*sigh* I do have a good life.
