Mouthy Joe
Joe's weekly spa day, nails, ears, weight, and overall check, instantly turned into a UFC match today!
Joe gets the "Zoomies", like many dogs do. I believe it's a buildup of positive energy, happy chemicals, and hormones. They get to an uncontrollable level and need to be released or release themselves. The first couple times, after I just rescued him, I honestly thought he was possessed. We were playing on the floor, and he started coming at me like he was bat shit crazy! Now it's pretty easy to spot the onset and get him safely outside into the yard where he runs so fast it's funny. His back feet are in front of him, and his front feet are behind him. His eyes get wild and he's completely uncontrollable.
He's always pretty excited and enthusiastic when I get everything ready. The second he started flying towards me today I knew...for whatever reason, I decided it's been a while since I physically controlled, restrained, and dominated him without either of us getting injured. Not an easy task when there's arms, legs, hands, and feet flailing wildly around with a wide-open mouth of teeth in the mix. I think we both needed the physical exertion as well as the interaction. An hour later, we're both winded, bruised, and drained. And we still need to trim his nails...
Mouthy Joe
Joe's weekly spa day, nails, ears, weight, and overall check, instantly turned into a UFC match today!
Joe gets the "Zoomies", like many dogs do. I believe it's a buildup of positive energy, happy chemicals, and hormones. They get to an uncontrollable level and need to be released or release themselves. The first couple times, after I just rescued him, I honestly thought he was possessed. We were playing on the floor, and he started coming at me like he was bat shit crazy! Now it's pretty easy to spot the onset and get him safely outside into the yard where he runs so fast it's funny. His back feet are in front of him, and his front feet are behind him. His eyes get wild and he's completely uncontrollable.
He's always pretty excited and enthusiastic when I get everything ready. The second he started flying towards me today I knew...for whatever reason, I decided it's been a while since I physically controlled, restrained, and dominated him without either of us getting injured. Not an easy task when there's arms, legs, hands, and feet flailing wildly around with a wide-open mouth of teeth in the mix. I think we both needed the physical exertion as well as the interaction. An hour later, we're both winded, bruised, and drained. And we still need to trim his nails...