Saturday, September 9
Flying Simon Crouching Penny
As you know, some frenchies are born with a real party engine inside. Simon's is supersized. He's wiry. In foster care he played so hard he sprained poor Rosey's ankle, and Rosey is no slouch. In securing a forever home for Simee, it was clear that he needed a playmate who could hold her own with a guy who has springs in his knees. He needed a roller derby queen.
Penny is a pitbull mix with high butane goofball fuel built right in. She doesn't like all dogs - and she could easily overpower a small dog like Simon, so extra care and play dates were required before this adoption was approved.
But oh man. You can't argue with chemistry. Or a slobber slicked bully ball of a Saturday night wrasslin' match.
Obviously, their play is monitored lest it escalate into something beyond fun. After about a half hour, somebody (no one will say who) cries Uncle and they retreat to opposite sides of the ring, er, bed, for a rest.
Oh to be young and in love with a girl twice your size. It's better than all the pig ears in the world wrapped up in a pound of prosciutto. At least that's what Simon says.