Yogi is growing so much right now. He's 6 months younger then Gracie Ruth, but he's taller, longer and I'm sure weighs more then she does right now. She's having more and more trouble "winning" when they play. She's having to rely more on her advanced intelligence,
superior speed and agility to out maneuver him. He's still my lovable little Yogi Bear, but I think the 'spring' weather has infused him with energy and he's playing a bit more enthusiastically lately. Last night he grabbed her by the top knot and was spinning her around and around in circles. G was growling and snarling the whole time. You could just hear her saying, "You just wait until I get loose. I'm going to open up a whole can of whup-butt on you!" And true to her word she did.
I told Yogi to let her go and good boy that he is he immediately dropped her and said, "Ok Momma" She immediately proceeded to chew him up and spit him out in little pieces.
Well as much as she could without actually touching him.
She was flying all around and over him making so much noise you'd think there was 10 of her. She had him spinning in circles and he was trying to figure out what was going on and how to 'protect' his most vulnerable part...his tail.
He finally just plopped his bum down and sat on his tail. That's when G hit him full speed and knocked him over. She stopped and looked at him, her top knot drooping wearily over one eye, with the biggest smug grin on her face, looking for all the world like she'd just conquered King Kong. She walked over gave him a little sniff, either to be sure he was ok or truly conquered. Then she looked up at me, "I guess I showed him who's still top dog, huh Momma." He gets up and wiggles his way over to G and they sniff and run off together to see what new mischief they could get into.
Shortly after that I saw Yogi dragging G thru the living room as she was franticly trying to hang onto the loofa dog toy. Kids...gotta love 'em.
