When we got there we started down the trail practicing our sits to greet everyone and we were getting all kinds of attention. Max was soaking it up--the sun was shining, the breeze was cool, the birds were singing, the squirrels were playing...
And...enter that mom. You know which one I mean--the one pushing the fully loaded double stroller with three other kids under the age of 5 orbiting like drunken moons around a wobbly planet.
You know, "Tommy if you don't get your bottom back here so-help-me-I'm-gonna...!!!"
Yes. That one.
I see you know her.
I saw them before they saw us and started looking for an escape route--our options were ankle deep mud on one side, huge puddle on the other.
And then the next thing I knew, they were upon us.
"EeeeeeeEEEeee, a PUPPPY!!" one of the kids shrieked.
And then like a voracious band of jackals they surrounded us.
Briefly the thought flashed across my mind to unhook Max's leash so at least he had a fighting chance.
"Be free Maxwell, run like the wind, don't worry about me, save yourself!"
Actually Maxwell did amazingly well under the circumstances. He got between my legs and laid down, keeping calm, even as the monsters circled and pounced and squealed and sneezed, all the while breathing their putrid stink of destruction in our faces.
"Sorry about that," mom mumbled, "There's just so many of them..."
After several minutes the mom made some halfhearted attempts to drag the demons...err children away from us, so I went ahead and picked Maxwell up, and we made our escape, clinging to the frayed threads of our very lives...
And that was just the beginning.
Man it's a rough world out there!
Just sayin...
[This post made possible by the owner of a brace of unleashed Jack Russells ("They bite me if I try to put their leashes on..") and the City of Mansfield Dept of Parks & Rec whose spring mowing has converted all the winter windfall dead sticks into convenient puppy size bites.]
Here's a few photos from today, taken while we caught our breath before jumping back into the fray to head back to the car:
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