The Mad Pup is starting to treat The Terrorist with a little more respect these days. OK it took The Terrorist biting her ear to do it, but certainly more respect.
I suspect a tad more respect is now on the way.
The Mad Pup has a Frisbee. My son throws it and she takes off and brings it back. You'd think this might wear the little sod out after a time, but not so. Unlimited energy it seems.
This morning The Mad Pup was running round with her frisbee in her mouth. Here, there, everywhere.
Finally she pulls up in front of The Terrorist, shoves the frisbee at her and growls. An obvious challenge.
The Terrorist looked. Growled, then grabbed the other side of the frisbee.
A pulling contest then ensued and, as i have wood flooring neither could get a proper grip, so honours about even.
Then The Terrorist worked out the principal of centrifugal force. Twisting her head, she began to turn The Mad Pup round her. Faster. Just a little at a time until they were moving in a circle, both growling, both pulling.
Then suddenly The Terrorist changed the motion. Her head moved up, then down, lifting The Mad Pup's feet off the ground, then a spin, a flick of the head and she let go of the frisbee.
Result? The Mad pup, now airborne, goes flying across the room, lands on her side on the slippery floor and slides head first into the wall.
The mad Pup = 0/ The Terrorist = 1