The Rotties are Coming

I was looking out from one of my favorite spots, taking in the fresh air and beauty of it all. I’m mighty thankful.

 

I let out a soft growl when I noticed a dark spot approaching. “Umm, what’s that.” Leaning forward, with squinted eyes, I made ‘em out. What a surprise! It was Rottie Brady’s half-sibling Brock, and lots more of his kin. I ran down, to tell the others.   

Knowing some excitement was in store, the energetic wails and howlings lit the wilderness.

A stone-faced pack of fierce dogs strode into K-9 Town. Without a woof, they eyed us with penetrating stares, under furrowed brows. We didn’t object because of who they were. It was their way of sensing stress... They came to wage war on our enemies.

Determining there were no worries here, tense muscles and jaws relaxed.

The packs began mixing with friends they hadn’t seen in a while as leader Brock, known for his hot temper and ability to back it up, ambled over to Brady and me. “Heard you’al were having some trouble… Anything left for us to handle?”

 

“What do you think!” Brady barked feigning annoyance with narrowed eyes and a brassy sigh. He had bearly got the words out when Brock returned his wisecrack with a snickering grunt, then with blurred quickness and agility, pounced on his half-sibling, roaring, “Here’s what I think!”

The gleeful duo tumbled across the field in a knot, tussled, did some snarling, then repeated each move as the rest of us vigorously cheered them on. When they finally tuckered out - chests heaving, tongues dangling - we were as drained as they were.

We all laid out together while I told how the trip to visit my kin turned into a wild adventure. 

The Rottweilers listened intently, practically disregarding the mountain lions – more interested in Iron Dog Land, King and Queen Nitro and Saifon, and the warrior eagle McZen.

 

Until then, they thought it all a myth. Finding out that was my home, Ma and Pa and eternal mentor, rendered them speechless. We agreed they would go along the next time we visited.

After an update from Brock on what the daring Rotties had been up to lately, with warm goodbyes, our good friends departed.

I went back to my secluded spot and watched with unbridled fondness as another extension of my K-9 Town family, faded into the mist.

Omar Blue