Those wonderful beings called Pets...

Tonight was a lazy night. Since I reinjured my knee hauling things up and down the basement stairs on Sunday, I knew I wouldn't be able to tolerate much physical activity after work tonight. Even the little bit of stair-climbing I did at work today was a strain on my knee leaving me gimping along. I'm thinking I might have to reconsider my stance on physical therapy...but that's a post for another day. Anyhow, I spent a few hours playing Runescape before calling it quits early to cuddle with my little darlings on the couch. I knew I'd find something to watch, be it cable or a DVD. I finally settled on watching a not-so-popular thriller flick called Mindhunters. I have to admit, I got sucked in and although I spent some time watching the movie through my fingers, it was at least good enough to have me completely shocked at the end of the movie at the unexpected ending. I knew there would be mass mayhem and death. I knew that it would end up being one of the members of the "team", but the one it did end up being really threw me for a loop. I never saw it coming. Oh well. I sufficiently spooked at the end of the movie and was tempted to look behind the shower curtain before using the bathroom facilities. I resisted temptation, telling myself that it was foolish & silly but you know you still wonder...

Anyhow, I had started the bedtime rituals (i.e. brush teeth, wash face, blah blah blah) when my older terrier came stumbling in, twisting in circles, falling on the floor and appearing as if she was trying to bite her tail. I started laughing at her antics but it only took me a moment to see why she was acting so weird. She had gotten a rubber toy frame (they had long ago shredded the fabric inner portion) stuck around her body and was trying to get it off. My chuckled turned into gut-busting laughter. She kept twisting and turning and I kept laughing. After the tension of the movie, the laughter felt good. She finally got it off, looked at it in disgust and left the bathroom, leaving me behind still laughing. I was so weak and could barely breathe after laughing so much. Every time I'd calm down, I'd get a picture of her in my mind and start laughing again. I probably sat in there for 5 minutes too weak to move. I finally calmed down for the last time and realized, looking down, that my younger terrier was looking at me strangely. I don't often laugh quite that much and I bet she wondered if I was okay. Then I saw that the rubber toy was gone too, at which point my older terrier came waltzing into sight with it in her mouth and proceeded to give it "the death shake". I think she was seeking justice for the indignity she had suffered. When you need them for comic relief, they never fail ya. :)

I think the younger terrier's tail wags at warp speed!