We often go to the field next to the forest and Mauro runs his butt off. Some people cut across the field to the shopping area. I finally decided that, since there are dogs running out there all the time, and there are signs that say dogs are allowed to run loose, those people have to take their chances.
Wednesday, three teenage girls decided to walk across the field. When Mauro saw them, there wasn’t a chance he was coming back to me. His Italian blood was aroused. He ran toward them at full speed and they were clearly concerned at the very large dog barreling toward them. At the last second, he slammed on the brakes, looked at them and proceeded to lick their hands. After he licked their hands and rubbed up against them, he decided to show his strength and grace to them and began running full speed in ever increasing circles around them and suddenly turned, came back at full speed and screeched to a halt.
After licking their hands some more, he tried his best move. He lay down on his belly, put his head on his paws and looked up at them with those big brown eyes. This is the Mauro equivalent of saying: “Hello beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?” They of course fell all over themselves showering him with adoration. He could then stand up and strut back to me as if to say “Well, there are three more marks on the scoreboard. Three more broken hearts. Now take me home.” Fortunately, he didn’t try to hump them.
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