Most of you know our over-grown labrador named Moby. He's a big lug of a dog (112lbs last time we got him on a scale)very much like Marley in "Marley and Me" - John Grogan. Our Moby has a strange knack for running head-long into things in his over-zealous playtime. As he's grown older he's slowed down some (example, he's asleep on the bed - most of the bed I must mention), but he's still got a little spunk left in him.
Case in point - yesterday. It is a Sunday tradition that two of the three of us (not including the beast) nap after church and lunch. Well yesterday we all wanted to take a quick nap. So we lay down in bed, and Moby joins right in, taking over much of the bed as usual. Moby doesn't like to nap when we want to nap - he thinks it's his chance to play! So he tries all his tricks to get us to play, and Craig of course, gave in. Moby in the middle of starting up a puppy frenzy (uncontrolled running) decides to jump up on the bed. No problem - he's done it a million times. Except something made him change direction at the last minute causing all 112 lbs of inertia propelling his head in to the banister of our bed. No yelp (from the dog that is, I gasped thinking he'd knocked his head off), he just glued his ears to the side of his head and came running to us for petting. Too bad it didn't knock some sense into him.
I'm telling you that dog's head is made of some strong metal or something. He was never too bright, so we're not particularly concerned about long term brain damage. And the banister is also none the worse for wear. We always knew the dog was thick headed!
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