small dog stand-off

the morning was brisk and uncomfortable.  sharp wind whistled through the buildings and down the block, gusting at times, lifting bits of frozen garbage from the piles of jagged ice still on the ground. the streets were narrow, naked trees stark and bare, reaching up to the blue skies, hoping for a glimpse of sunlight. just at the corner of the block, clipped to a fence, sat two pugs.  They saw us approach, got up and immediately spread out to capture the entire width of the sidewalk, baring their teeth.

One of them, let's call him, big bug eyes, lowered the front of his body to the ground, tail up, stiff in the air, ready to pounce.  The other one, old blue eyes, preferred the position of leaning on the fence, ears swat against his squashed face, ready for the kill.

only problem was, they were facing us, the terriers, and yeah, you know how we roll. old blue eyes looked dolefully at us, as the hair on his back strained and quivered, and said." git off our block." from the ground, big bug eyes shook a bit, and dipped even lower." yeah, you heard 'im, git moving , before you get your asses kicked!"

 so, yeah,  they don't know me, they were giving attitude to me, and you all remember who i am?  i had to come back with my brunello-badness, so  i said, " now, really, if you're going to get all defensive about YOUR sidewalk and YOUR block, don't you think you should at least NOT be wearing coordinated blue and red puffy jackets? " 
jasmine piped in" yeah!"

the actual dogs were not used because it would be too embarrassing for them

they looked at each other, and kinda had to agree, that they looked kinda silly growling and giving us attitude and stuff, while walking about wearing jackets that looked like those over there.

so, after some growls and hind-leg jumps and spins, they let us pass, i mean they had to.  until i realized where we were walking to .....the vet!!!!!! 

suddenly all i wanted was to be back with the pugs, fighting it out, doing whatever we needed to do, to not go to the vet again..  but my person wasn't having it.  so there i was, disposed to go through the worst horror a dog could ever go through... teeth-cleaning.  but at least im not wearing puffs.  you know who i feel about that.