Wrestlers

First, a brief update on Mildred:  She had her gallbladder removed successfully last month and came through the surgery in great shape.  The operation was at about 3:30 p.m., and she was up and actually eating dinner by 10 p.m. that night.  That’s an amazingly quick recovery for major abdominal surgery, especially for a little old gal like her.  Within two days of coming home, she was back to twirling and play-bowing.

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There’s an almost daily ritual here, when Daisy and Bugsy square off for a wrestling match.  It happens when we bring Bugsy in from outside after the first potty break of the day.  Daisy is eagerly waiting for him, and Bugsy is primed, too.

He begins scooting all across the floor, whirling in circles, then breaking off in one direction or another, his feet sounding like a tap dancer’s on the linoleum. Bugsy is completely blind, but he knows Daisy is there somewhere, and he intends to find her.

We obviously don’t know if he realizes Daisy can see, yet he certainly doesn’t think he’s at any disadvantage.  He looks forward to this engagement every day!

It takes just seconds for the mayhem to get started:

The duo move around the living room floor, bobbing and weaving as they go:

That’s blind Wally the Dachshund on the bed, “observing” the tussling and wanting no part of it, thank you very much!

Here’s the last photo:

These sessions usually go on for several minutes.  Eventually, with no bells sounding or victors declared, both dogs withdraw to the nearest bed, content to know they lived to wrestle another day.  Like tomorrow.