We are college edumacated

This reminds me of a story from oh so long ago. About a friend who spent the night before we drove back to Middlebury at the end of a brake. She managed to somehow sit on her thumb. Now, while you may not be chuckling right now, it WAS REALLY FUNNY at the time. We are college edumacated (or getting so, at the time). Just how do you manage to sit on your thumb?

So, Molly and I decided it would be good to reintroduce Gibson and her cat, Peter. They have met once before. This winter, during the Super Bowl, we thought it would be a good idea to introduce the two. It didn't go well. Peter, never having met any other animal before, ran about the apartment, quite literally bouncing off the walls trying to escape the monstrosity that had presented itself so rudely. He didn't de-puff for several days.

So, of course it was a good idea to try again! Peter was in the backyard of Molly's new house. Mind you, Peter has never really been allowed to roam in the out of doors before. I brought Gibson in on his leash so I could "control" him. Peter puffed immediately. Gibson was very excited at the prospect of a new playmate. Both parents were speaking encouraging words to their respective progeny. Then Peter bolted, Gibson began straining at his leash enough so that I was forced to get him on the ground and literally lay on top of him.

Then Peter paused and all hell broke loose. Gibson let up for a moment and I thought he was going to relax a little. Nope, it was a spectacular ruse. He took off immediately, pulling his ROPE leash through my hands. I held on until there was no rope left. Yup. Massive rope burns on my ring finger. Molly grabbed Peter and was quickly bitten by the frightened kitty. Four deep puncture wounds. They ran about the yard with Peter bouncing off the fence walls. Peter eventually turned and batted Gibson and kept the big dog at bay. Gibson was shocked and we quickly shut down play time.

Gibson was returned to the back of the Rover and a puffy cat slowly settled down in the backyard to lick his bleeding paws (from the wooden fence). And we, with our college edumacation, started to clean our wounds.

Are we stoopid? Yup. Will we try it again? Likely? Why? Because we are stoopid.