Stretch is learning how to fly.

Let me set this up.

I’m doing some work in my office this morning…Stretch is asleep on the couch in the other room... all is calm.

All of a sudden I hear him go ballistic. I bolt for the den, and as I turn the corner, I see my damn puppy flying through the air about eight feet high. He busted his ass when he landed. I mean…busted it.

In that split second, I was tense. I thought someone threw him…how else could he be flying a foot lower than the ceiling? I’m thinking, I’m two feet from a gun…good…where’s the person who threw him.

In the split second after he busted his ass on landing, he was on the top of the back of the chair…balanced. At that instant, I saw two flashes…one from each eye. The first one made me duck…it was a reflex…bird in the house. The second one made me sprint like a wide receiver. Stretch, who resembles a football with ears when he’s flying about head level, dove at that damn bird as it flew by...and was headed for another bad landing. The bird missed, I missed, and Stretch missed, and busted his ass again. Big time.

I’m not going to bore you with the rest of this story, but suffice to say…it was hilarious.

A Daschund is resourceful, fearless, determined, and stubborn. At least, mine is.

I’m still smiling.