Anyway, last night while we were playing the rain started. We had a blast! After about an hour of rain, the yard got real muddy and that was even more fun. We were running and jumping and sliding all over the place. It was soooo much fun! Maggie was looking like a totally black ADT. Of course, Buddy is already black so you really can't see how dirty he is but he was feeling pretty happy about being muddy too.
Except I guess maybe me or Maggie hit him a little too hard one time. There might've been a couple of teeth involved around an ear. These things happen. Buddy screamed, Maggie howled and the backporch light came on. Then the french door flew open and there was Mom.
"Get in the house!"
The game was over. Dog-gone it. Maggie hauled tail into the house and wiggled all over Mom, who shrieked about cold wet dogs like it was something bad. Buddy just stood in the yard and looked at Mom. He's such a hard head sometimes. It was obvious that I needed to step in and help. I mean, it was about 1:30 in the morning with a heavy rainstore coming down and Maggie had just soaked Mom. Mom wasn't very happy.
I barked at Buddy. Buddy barked back. I laid my ears back and told him to "Get in the house" with exactly the same tone Mom had used. He growled at me. That little black pitbull bowling ball growled at me. So I lowered my head and ran straight at him. My long skinny legs help me go really fast. I barreled right into Buddy and knocked him over. He went rolling. Then he jumped up and ran for the back door. I was right behind him.
Buddy ran all the way to the door and then stopped. Mom was in the middle of the den, drying her legs off with a towel. Maggie was rolling around on the rug, making sure it would smell of happy games for a long time. Maggie heard Buddy on the deck and she jumped up! I hit Buddy from behind and knocked him into the den. Maggie hit him broadside and he crashed into Dad's recliner and then boomeranged right into Mom's legs. Mom went down with a crash and Buddy jumped on top of her and licked her all over to make sure she was okay. Maggie ran for the dog den and I ran for the futon. We've seen Mom get mad before and we know to hide. Dad came down the hall and Mom let him have it but good for leaving us outside in the rain. She said some mighty bad words and she said them mighty loud. Dad just helped her get up and make sure she wasn't hurt. She has a little limp this morning and she's still pretty mad.
The rest of the night, Maggie and Buddy and I slept in our crates. Mom went back to bed. Dad finished the night on the sofa. After all, it was his fault for leaving us outside in the rain.