Hmm, how to describe Bode...he is not unlike a baby horse who has no control over his body. He has no sense of boundary. He sometimes walks up behind me and gives me a gentle nip on the rear. He is still just learning his limits--he finally understands no and drop it, most of the time. He has a certain je ne sais quoi that is also quite charming (charmant if we are incorporating French today). When he goes bolting through the house he is all legs, he spins out of control, tumbles headlong, falls, rolls, and generally flails about and of course he does everything at top speed.
You know if we lived like cavemen this would just be a complete joy, but in the confines of a humble home about there are times when it feels as though we are taking a long drink of crazy juice.
Take, for example, yesterday afternoon. Bode and Bumblebee were running around the backyard having a blast. Suddenly the two of them decided to take the party inside. They ran to the backdoor and started barking. I can't be the neighbor with the barking dogs, so I tried to let them in the house in a calm and orderly fashion...I really tried.
Bode ran in first and was completely overjoyed, as though he'd never been allowed indoors before. He flopped around the kitchen snuffling at anything and everything, just looking for something to play with. Bumblebee started to come in and stood about halfway in the sliding glass door, looking up at me as if to say, "Can you believe that kid?" I watched her move in the door the rest of the way and I began to close the door. Bode took that exact moment to flip over the water dish (Cordelia just outgrew that habit) and water went pouring out over the linoleum. Cordelia started for the spilled water against my warning and wiped out. My hand still on the sliding glass door, shoved it shut so I could dive for my girl and pick her sobbing form up. Bode was trying to lick her face, there were tears and shouts and limbs akimbo. The sliding door shut, not with its usual satisfactory clunk, but with a thud and a very loud yelp.
I had shut Bumblebee's tail in the door. Hard. She must have backed up amidst the pandemonium. She looked up at me with those sad houndy eyes asking,"Why?" Bode came bounding over to give her licks and nuzzle her, it was really sweet. Cordelia instantly stopped crying when she heard Bee's yelp of pain.
I did a quick examination and determined that it wasn't broken. She gently wagged her injured tail at me. Later the injury inflated and became swollen and bruised. Poor girl.
Sleeping it off. If you look closely you can see the indentation from the door about halfway up her tail
She has been a little careful about the tail since the incident, but the sweet girl didn't hold a grudge. I love that about her, about dogs in general. Their ability to forgive and love. I was so horrified to have hurt Bum, but she tried to comfort me with licks and wags. I love that after all of these years I am still learning from Bumblebee.