Sometimes when I write, which is my honest-to-goodness career, the real world recedes and I live entirely in my head. The only sounds I hear all day long are my thoughts and the keyboard. Every hour or two, I shake myself out of this work-focused stupor to get a snack or whatever. Last week, I shuffled into the master bedroom in search of a tissue. Lilly, who apparently had been waiting for me to rouse, ambushed me with a high-flying kissing fit.
If you’ve never had 35 pounds of wiggling, kissing, squeaking border collie fly at your head, I strongly recommend it. It changes the whole tenor of a girl’s day.
She’d launched the air-raid from our bed, which is one of those pretty high, princess of pillow mountain beds. So, rather than a rocketing up or raining down attack, she shot in from the side. It took little effort to reach my head because (in case you haven’t noticed) I’m not tall at all.
I could NOT stop laughing, and the more I laughed, the more she kissed.
After the initial impact — all lips — we both collapsed onto the bed for several minutes of mommy-and-Lil wrestling. I, for some reason, often sound like a pirate during such games. Lilly likes the sound of “Arrrrgh.” So, when I tickle her tummy or pinch her butt, I growl, “Arrrrgh” at her.
Now … if I could just teach her to swab the deck and work in the galley here at the S.S. Champion of My Heart, we’d really be in business.
Ack! Not sure what happened there in that first line. Sorry :->
Awww 🙂 Very sweet.
Yeah, what is it with the whole “arrrgh” thing? I always find myself saying that too, especially while tugging.