Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-02-16 8:45 PM
Let's Wrestle!
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Tonight we start out innocent. Poodle passes me, and I nip at her back leg. She turns and falls into the slumber ball, the big one by the fire, and I fall in with her. We nip and snap and pretend to bite and we growl and snarl and show our teeth. We jump on each other. We roll. I come out on top. I usually do. Sometimes I let her win. Sometimes she gives in too easily. Then is when I try to shout Come on, Poodle, let’s wrestle! but it comes out like Wu-wuu-wuuu instead.
We wrestle almost every night. We have rules. If we step off the slumber ball, we’re out of bounds and can’t be wrestled. When we step back on, we can be dive-bombed. Poodle steps back on like she’s wild, like her time in her corner has revived her and she’s gonna take my head off. I dodge her. I am faster but she is bigger. She is like a fat, bow-legged sausage. Sometimes I want to eat her up. I especially like the fur on her neck just in back of her pink choker. It tastes a little like cotton candy. The one time I had cotton candy.
Sometimes when me and Poodle go up the stairs, I stop on the top step just in front of her. She stops, too. I can keep her standing there on the stairs for a long, long time. It’s a good way to end a night of dog wrestling.
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