Sometimes, when getting a new chew toy, the Suburban Wundermutt simply goes off the rails. The carnage can be hard to stomach. Traditionally there are four stages to this inexplicable display:
Attack! – No thought at all here… like Piranhas on a Carp he strikes indiscriminately.
Pause – A quick glance around the kill zone and a serious stare are all that are needed to fend off a would be interloper. Then the assault continues.
Satisfaction – knowing he has the prize all to himself, the Suburban Wundermutt smiles with contentment. Life is good!
Exhaustion – This ain’t no long distance race. When engaged in a preferred activity, the Suburban Wundermutt only has one gear: Overdrive! The landing from such a high octane flight is hard and sudden.
And as quickly as it began, the incident is over. Like Rhonda Rousey in her last UFC fight, the chew toy never stood a chance… but it was able to last slightly longer than 48 seconds. Next time the Suburban Wundermutt will look to trim that down.
“Nothing to see here folks, let’s move it along.”
The Suburban Wundermutt 