Like I’ve said before, my brother Tank is a boss. If you don’t believe me, just check out his grill.
You better believe that if you cross him (or me) he’ll cut you. He will. He’s always flashing his canines around when we’re out on the streets. We never know who’s going to be my competition for Rio, so we’ve got to keep our game faces on.
For being such a badass, it usually comes as a surprise to people that Tank has a softer side. He and blonde mommy are two peas in a pod, I tell you, and both have sweet gooey centers underneath their hard candy shells.
You’d never suspect this, but Tanky has big fears of flies. He wont tell me exactly what it is about them, but I think the buzzing triggers anxiety from his previous life. Tank used to be a captive and has bad nightmares about being taken back there. It’s horrible.
Anyway, today we had a big episode at the house. When Tank and I were coming in from our morning workout a fly got inside. Tank was beside himself. He ran upstairs and tall mommy had to put him under the covers and rub his back.
I knew it was time for me to step up.
I used my super human (dog) senses to locate the fly. It was heading south east, towards the kitchen window. I’ve run that route so many times that it was pure instinct. I took off swiftly, but with stealth, and cornered the enemy.
I tried to negotiate, but it was clear that he was not going to be rational. I could hear Tank’s voice in the back of my head, ‘expect nothing, anticipate everything!’ It was go time.
Not even the irony of smushing a bug on the window could have stopped me from protecting my brother. It all just happened so fast.
Once I was sure that the life had left the fly’s body, I ran upstairs to calm Tank’s fears. Never a dull moment in this house.
We’ve all returned back to normal, though Tank did milk it a little to get extra chicken in his dinner. I’d complain but it worked out pretty well for me, and you know I need my protein right now.
Stay cool my babies,