Just a random Woo Tale - one I didn't want to forget, so I wrote it up quickly... I'm trying to put together all the tales of Missy, Jack, Ember and Smoky (a friend's Mal), so I'm recording little incidents as they flicker back to the forefront of my memories.
It was mid-afternoon, late summer/early fall, when Mumsie (my mother-in-law), Wifey, Ember the little brown dog & Malamute Jack all piled into the Jeep. We drove off, in search of adventure. And to stop for a few errands, like Good Health Natural Foods in Quincy. We planned to complete our adventure by stopping & walking the dogs.
When we got to Good Health, I parked in a lot behind the building. At the time, they hadn't moved across the street yet to their current location, the old Blockbuster Video store. I found a spot beneath a shady tree, and got out to go 'round and help Mumsie, when Wifey - who was riding in the seat behind me, opened her door. She bent over to tie her shoe before getting out, and I noticed the look on Malamute Jack's face - he saw freedom. Both he and Ember had been here, and walked around the lot, several times before, so he was anxious to get out.
We hadn't planned to let the dogs get out until we'd completed the shopping portion of this stop, as the hour was growing late.
As Wifey bent over to tend to the shoe with the errant lace, Malamute Jack made his move: he wriggled, sized up the space, and leaped forward, clearing Wifey's back and narrowly missing the roof of the Jeep.
He was airborne. His face beamed with joy as it flashed I can fly!
...and then, Thwump! His forward momentum was arrested mid-flight, and his expression was replaced by shock, then wonder, as he looked up and saw my face as I caught him. You can do that? I didn't know you could do that.
He gave a test-nudge in the forward direction, as if to see if he'd continue forward flight if I let go, then resigned himself to the knowledge that his brief moment of lighter-than-air travel was over.
He got really heavy, really fast.
I put him down, firmly holding his leash, while Wifey helped the little dog out and Mumsie watched, smiling, from her seat.
And that's it. That's the short & sweet story of "Jack, the Flying Malamute."
Feel free to share one or more of your own "woo tales" below. Pootie tales welcomed, too.