After letting him back in from a bathroom break, Parker ran upstairs to the quarantine area where Zac’s been hanging out for the last few days. I was right behind him, when Parker decided it was the perfect time to “steal” one of Zac’s slippers to try and incite a game of chase.
This unwanted behavior requires us to wrangle him so we can give him a spritz of bitter spray. But let me tell you, this dog is faster than lightning. He’s also smart, and knows when he’s in trouble. Bad combo.
We had him perfectly cornered, when suddenly he ran right past Zac. “You suck,” I yelled.
A few seconds later, we had himdon’tlethimrunpast… noooo, there he goes, right by ME. “You suck, you suck,” Zac mockingly imitated.
So, I pretended to kick him in the groin. What I didn’t expect is that MY slipper would fly off and nail him square in the balls. If ever there was an emoticon for real life, this :-O would’ve been my face.
Zac and I immediately fell to the ground. Him, in pain, and both of us in hysterical laughter.
And Parker? He ran off with my slipper.