Of enthusiastic pitbulls and black eyes
Jan. 22nd, 2026 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verushka70So. Couple nights ago, my over-exuberant pitbull mix was enthusiastically trying to tell me something, which I - stupid hooman - wasn't sure about. As I bent down to ask him "Out? Wanna go out?", he jumped up at the first "out-" syllable, and bonked me right in the eye with his big ol' head. RIGHT in the eye. Big, BIG head.
My cat - who had a perfect view of this - smirked at us both from his cat tree, of course. (He is the boss of us both - but mostly the dog that's six times his size.)
I didn't think much of it at the time - just "you goofball!". It was only yesterday morning, getting ready for work, that I looked in the mirror and thought "huh, that's a really dark circle under my right eye." Took off my glasses and whoa. It wasn't a dark circle... It was the beginning of a black eye.
I can't be mad at my dog - he didn't mean it. Plus if I read him better, I'd have figured out what he wanted before we bonked heads.
The black eye has only gotten worse/darker/more black and blue over the last 24 hours, like they do. Sigh. I may look like a domestic violence victim, or like I was in a fight... But luckily the story behind my black eye is merely one of my dog's typical over-enthusiastic, bull-in-a-china shop-type behaviors. I told my coworkers, after I got a few double-takes from them. But I'm secretly just waiting for a stranger to mention it, so I can reply with something snarky, like "You should see the other guy/gal", heh.
It will get/look worse before it gets better. Sigh. Dogs. Like my oldest sister used to say: simply organized, but lovable. He's snuggled up next to me on the couch right now. Him and his massive head...
My cat - who had a perfect view of this - smirked at us both from his cat tree, of course. (He is the boss of us both - but mostly the dog that's six times his size.)
I didn't think much of it at the time - just "you goofball!". It was only yesterday morning, getting ready for work, that I looked in the mirror and thought "huh, that's a really dark circle under my right eye." Took off my glasses and whoa. It wasn't a dark circle... It was the beginning of a black eye.
I can't be mad at my dog - he didn't mean it. Plus if I read him better, I'd have figured out what he wanted before we bonked heads.
The black eye has only gotten worse/darker/more black and blue over the last 24 hours, like they do. Sigh. I may look like a domestic violence victim, or like I was in a fight... But luckily the story behind my black eye is merely one of my dog's typical over-enthusiastic, bull-in-a-china shop-type behaviors. I told my coworkers, after I got a few double-takes from them. But I'm secretly just waiting for a stranger to mention it, so I can reply with something snarky, like "You should see the other guy/gal", heh.
It will get/look worse before it gets better. Sigh. Dogs. Like my oldest sister used to say: simply organized, but lovable. He's snuggled up next to me on the couch right now. Him and his massive head...