December 18, 2005
So I lie down again, though the feeling builds. I doze by the door, waiting so long that I forget that I'm waiting ... or what I'm waiting for. Yet some part of me knows because I can feel it building still - some nameless shiver of excitement buried under the the half-closed, bloodshot eyes of a recumbent hound.
Then, just when the feeling starts to melt away, I hear it. Faintly. A car drives up. Who is it? A car door slams and my head rises. Then there are voices, low at first, then louder, approaching. I give a low woof. Then I rise, sure that they're ascending onto the porch. And they are! I bark. Alarm! Someone on the porch! Intruders!
"Hank!" he says, "it's me!" And so it is! My packmate Jason, grown pup of Molly and Mike, has arrived with friends. I pant hard and wag and wait for him to open the door. And when he does, that feeling that had been building all afternoon finally erupts. It takes me over from head to paw. I tuck my hind quarters and gallop madly away from Jason, circling around the dining room table, back through the chairs, and then, picking up speed I butt-tuck toward Jason. I nearly run him over but turn sharply in the other direction and butt-tuck into the hallway. The whole house bursts with my excitement that JASON IS HOME!!!
"Calm down, Hank," he says. But I won't! My body must express this Labrador joy, must sing this wild Labrador song. I must run in circles and figure eights, around furniture, up on the sofa and down again, turning up rugs and knocking over wooden chairs. Butt-tucking is the crazy, barely controlled music of my heart. I am a massive, lumbering Labrador no more. I am the living spirit of holiday happiness, more festive than the brightly lit tree, more merry than Christmas carols. Jason is home! Home! Home!
Butt-tuckend is not limited to Labrador .ya know .
Its is a completely natural actvity.
It happens to be the way canines burn off excess energy.
Maybe you should try a little butt-tucking yourslef.
You SEEM TO BE
Happy Holidays .
Merry Christmas, Hank!
Jenny & Lomax
Seems you've been busy lately too! Hope all is fine and you're having fun.
Wishing you all a super 2006.
Of course, I'm calling myself "butt-tucker" here and am think I'm pretty darn good at it.
That's a lot of laughing from somebody named after a cookies ;-)
That circle run definitely contains the spirit of the butt tuck.
You know, I'm not too big on howling unless an ambulance is going by. But I'd sure like to hear one of your homecoming howls.
I'm betting a Rockwell butt tuck is just around the corner.
Well, I've known some cats that weren't so sedate, but it's true that I haven't seen too many feline butt tuckers. I think maybe that'd seem beneath them.
Glad your pooch has got the butt tucking gene. That Lab blood probably helps, though as others have pointed out, some other breeds of dog have also been known to butt tuck.
I think bull-run is a good name for it.
Welcome. A Lab that hates water? Zooks! I can't get enough of the stuff. Well, at least we agree on butt tucking.
Sorry you're not tucking anymore, but it can be kinda hazardous.
Hi Jenny & Lomax,
Yep, dance of joy, though one sometimes followed by broken furniture.
Hi Jasmine Bear,
And a belated Merry Christmas to you!
Thanks! How you had a great one.
Good point about year of the dog. Forgot about that.
Hope you're having a grand new year!
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