I love to rough house with my dogs. It's actually one of my favorite things to do. It always starts out the same way. To rough house, you just start rubbing the paws of the Spaniel. She has a very feisty personality and she'll react to it and start doing her play lunges. It always cracks me up. She is incredibly vocal while she plays too. However, this action always causes Jake to get feisty too. He usually walks over, puts himself between me and the Spaniel (he's a bit jealous, attention-wise), and he'll start "talking" to me in his dog way.
When Jake howls (literally, like a wolf, nose up in the air and everything), I. LOVE. IT. Literally. Everytime I say "do it again!" and try to get him to do it again. It instantly makes me laugh, because he looks so funny while he's doing it. His howl is very much so, his announcement that the playing has begun. I have no idea why he does it, but every single time he does. He comes and sits in between me and the Spaniel, howls, and then starts rough housing.
Jake is a chocolate lab and watching a giant, almost a hundred pound, mass of chocolate muscle is so fun. He has this pink pig toy that is the latest love of his life (former ones were birds and ducks). He loves on this toy like it's a puppy. He'll spend hours licking it and cleaning it. He'll sleep on top of it, holding it in his paws. He is in love. When he is ready to play (after he has howled), he grabs the pig and brings it over. This is phase two of "play with me!" He'll drop it in front of me. Sometimes he likes to play hide and seek (I'll take it and hide it behind my back while he tries to get it), sometimes he wants me to throw it (and he'll run and get it), sometimes he wants to play jump (I toss it in the air and he tries to jump up and get it before I do), sometimes he wants to play tug of war, and sometimes he wants me to shake it in front of him while he chases it all around with his face. We have hours of fun with his pink pig.
This morning we were playing when an accident occurred. We were playing a combination of our games: hide the pig, shake the pig around while he tries to grab it, and jump and catch the pig. In one of the combination moves, somehow my hand whacked Jake in the tooth. He caught my hand right on the joint that connects my fingers to my wrist (I could get technical here, but figured you wouldn't really care all that much about actual names...). He didn't bite me (he never has), he just had his mouth open. Now I will just tell you, this sucker hurts. Even now, it is still hurting pretty badly (hours later). I can barely move my fingers, and my whole forearm is pretty sore (no it's not broken, I know how to tell that, he just bruised me in all the right places). His tooth is okay too (I checked that out already too). When he hurt me though, he immediately stopped all place, sat down and started trying to fix it. I quickly ice packed my hand and it's doing better now than it was before but it's pretty sore.
So this is a bit more of the funny part: my dog is now attempting to "hold" me. For some weird reason, since the lobster took off, Jake has become a hand holder. Seriously. He wants to hold hands. You'll be minding your own business and he'll come over and put his paw in your hand and sit there for an hour. I don't know if this is some physical manifestation of missing the lobster, or if it's just a lab gone rogue, or if the Holy Spirit has told him that this chick needs to have someone to holds hands with, but that's what he does now. As I am sitting here, he is trying to figure out how to hold my hand while I type this blog (without touching my computer). I wish I could video this. It's pretty hilarious.
So in a nutshell, I have a silly dog. He's my baby and I love him tremendously so, but he's pretty silly. :)
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