Monday, March 28, 2011

Max and the Frisbie

Oh frisbies, beloved by children, barefoot college students and dogs alike.

Well, most dogs.

Today's story begins with our brave hero Maximus the Great as he boldly takes on Rubbles the Avenger in the race of the Blue Frisbie.

Maximus was feeling pretty great about his chances of taking home the ultimate prize of the Blue Frisbie. He'd been practicing his sprints, turns and body slams, and felt like this time he just might come out on top.

Unfortunately, the Blue Frisbie had other ideas. With the frisbie thrown, Maximus and Ruby dashed off in hot pursuit, a look of wicked delight on Max's face as he pulled ahead of Ruby. But with all his brain power focused on keeping his four feet from tripping up, he misjudged the distance between mouth and frisbie, and instead of snatching it up in his pearly whites, he somehow managed to insert his front paw into the hole ripped through the middle. (This Blue Frisbie is made of rubber.)

Not one to be defeated by a frisbie, Max grabbed the toy and shook it vigourously as if to say, "HaHA Frisbie! You may have grabbed my foot, but at the end of the day you will be in pieces on the grass!"

You can imagine his surprise when the frisbie, securely fixed around his front paw, refused to let go and as he lifted the frisbie to give it a good shake, his front paw followed.

His triumphant look was replaced with one of terror as he began to realize that this Blue Frisbie was refusing to let go. Like most people facing the horror of a killer frisbie, Max tried to flee. But that stubborn Blue Frisbie would not let go of his front paw, and Max's terror only increased as the Blue Frisbie continued to chase him around the yard.

Poor Max's distress was finally ended when my sister managed to tackle him as he passed by and pulled the frisbie off his leg.

He hasn't shown interest in the frisbie since.

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