This weekend was our annual Labor Day trip to Syracuse, which traditionally encompasses QT with K and Stitch, a trip to the NYS Fair and over indulging of beer and pulled pork at Dino BBQ.
This year was no different.
Although there was one addition to the crew—Max!
Max has mixed feelings about playing with other dogs. Sometimes he very much enjoys it, and at others—like during his walks—he freezes and attempts to implant his claws into the concrete while he leans as far back as necessary to counteract the tug of the leash. Therefore, I wasn’t sure how quickly they would be come friends.
Stitch, on the other hand, is very familiar with other dogs and already has a list of games prepared. For example, The Kimball Road In-House Dog Derby (link to facebook video coming!)
Stitch also has a much more ‘intense’ appetite than Max and insists on cleaning up Max’s missed bits of kibble—which are a lot since he likes to take big mouthfuls and then transfer them to the floor to sort through—even if in requires climbing under Max to reach them.
All in all they had good fun. There were a few instances that caused a doggy brawl—you know things like peanut butter on the floor, or use of the peanut butter-filled bone, or… well, yeah, anything to do with peanut butter.
Poor Max wasn’t used to aggressive behavior so for a while he just backed away from Stitch and watched him partake in whatever activity it was that he had hoped to be a part of—you know, licking peanut butter off the floor, or licking it out of the bone. (Noticing a trend?)
But by the last night he began to fight back a little bit. When Stitch got in his face and bark-attacked him, he finally raised a paw—literally—and swatted him back in his place. He had had enough for one weekend.
Now, I realize this entry makes Stitch out to be the bad guy, or bad dog (hehe), and as Max’s mum, I guess it’s inevitable I am going to show an unintentionally-biased opinion, but really I’m a sucker for equality. Therefore, I will state that it really was not all Stitch’s doing. Max did quite a bit of instigating.
Max-pup has more passive-aggressive behavior tendencies. So when he would quietly, and sneakily try to steal whatever it was he wanted, causing Stitch to get in the way, he would cheekily try to get him out of the way. And he knew damn well that if he bumped into Stitchy, and ran away, he was going to be chased—big time!
All in all, it was fun to watch, right girls?
Other than dog-fights, pool time, a 6.5 mile hike, making myself sick off of Dino, overindulging in Vodka in Armory Square, a Vodka –infused watermelon, (oh, and Max had a seizure while lounging by the pool), the highlight had to be the deep fried sampler platter at the NYS Fair.
We did intentionally go searching for deep fried Oreos, but what we didn’t expect to find was the sampler platter that included deep fried oreos, deep fried choco chip cookies and deep fried—get this, ready?—PB&J! How bloody awesome is that? Actually, it might not sound that awesome—it didn’t intrigue me initially—but they were f’in AWESOME! Gorgeous, as the Brits would say… IF the Brits would ever eat deep fried PB&J. (I can think of one person who would… Mel?)
Anyways, another successful weekend of food, alcohol and fun on Labor Day weekend in Syracuse. Thanks K-bird!