As you may recall Max was a rescue dog. Not long after we adopted him we opened up our hearts to a small white kitten we found while geocaching in another town. What did we name her? Geo, of course! Now we all know cats and dogs don't mix. Not true at the Combs House of Dysfunctional Pets. Max and Geo became fast friends. One of their favorite activities was romping through the fauna and flowers. Max enjoyed doing a little 360 degree spin ending in a chomp down and light tug on Geo's long white tail. Rolling onto her back Geo would give a paw full of sharp claws to Max's long snout. After about five minutes or so of playful warfare Max would start getting rough and Geo would race up a tree. Clever as a fox, Max would turn his back to the tree, lay down and purposefully ignore his adversary. Eventually, Geo would climb down and slowly approach him. Max continued to disregard so she in turn would boldly strut in front of him and tantalizingly whip her tail slowly back and forth in front of his face. The temptation became too great, Max would strike and play would resume. 5/24/11 Ten years have come and gone and the playful spirit has long since vanished. But on very rare occasions a white whipping tail in the distance will prompt a chase and the climbing of a tree. A timeless friendship indeed. |
