DOG FIGHT

Man, I was in a dog fight ... kind of !! My Mom was taking me on our daily walk down the hill. Well, I knew that two boxers had moved in ... I could smell their scent. All of a sudden two very big boxers charged down the hill. The female came close. She wanted to play. The male boxer went back to the house. OK!! New Friends, or so I thought.

On the way back up the hill the big male boxer was waiting. He was huffin' and puffin' up a storm. My Mom (being the yuppie that she is) had her cell phone in hand and me being the stubborn Scottie that I am, would not come to her and suddenly we were all twisted in the leash with the big boxer trying to get me/smell me/eat me/play with me/ etc. etc. My Mom had on a skirt which added to the confusion as she was yelling and swinging her arms and trying to grab me up. The boxers owners ran out and immediately the big dogs went to the house. Not me ... I was ready to charge up their hill and investigate them out more thoroughly. Never mind the fact that I had just about got my head bit off!!

Hummm this little adventure is now going to change my daily walks up and down the big hill. Where is a pup to go? Think I will go help my Mom knit ... that should settle her nerves!!