The Zoomies

It was a decent holiday.

It didn’t work out like I had hoped. But I’ll save that for another time.

But something funny did happen over the weekend.

Winston got a case of the Zoomies.

The Zoomies is what happens when a dog gets so wired, they generally run around at top speed. If they can’t run, for whatever reason, they start spazzing and being a general nuisance. Most of the time this happens around here, it’s fun to watch. The two dogs chase each other around and play fight. Eventually they tucker themselves out, drink some water, and go find a place to chill.

This weekend Winston got them in the house while we were visiting. Nothing I did stopped him from being a dork. Usually, I grab the scruff of his neck and put him down. This time, he’d submit, relax, and when I let go lit up like a grease fire you hadn’t quite put out yet.

What stopped him?

He turned his focus on Aria.

She gave him a snarl, and a nip. Didn’t work. Then she gave him a bark, and a bite right on the shoulder.

Discretion being the better part of valor, the boy tucked his tail between his legs and laid down behind the couch to recover from the rejection.

He was a complete gentleman the rest of the day.

All was well after that. We went home, I went to the family holiday party.

When I got back, as I was greeting the dogs, a rabbit flushed and it was game on. Zoomies with a purpose. They nearly got it before it had a stroke of luck and headed out the front gate.

It was a busy weekend for them (and me). They are loving being back into their routine.

That will change in two days as we move. We accepted the least worst offer on the house, and I have to clear outta here, leaving time for Herself. She has graciously offered to wrap up and clean.

Back to Plano, for the short term. It allows me to fulfill my obligations here and wait as the market sags and I can pounce. I found a fixer-upper in Waxahachie I need to consider.