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Fur-Babies (9): Never Play Chicken with a Couple of Low-Riders by JD_Renaissance
JuJu and Boston’s favorite game is tag. They play it often and with anyone or thing willing to play with them. Often it is just the two of them, racing and diving in and among the living room furniture. They loop around the dining room table, bolt behind the couch, and come out to sprint the long stretch that leads from one end of my parent’s house to the other in their mad dash. In the kitchen, they skid and slide and race around or sometimes through the chairs and stools. They skirt around the island and figure eight around the table. Sometimes they slide into the back door while other times they race back into the dining room and then to the living room, repeating the pattern. Because JuJu is the faster, Boston is always in hot pursuit, panting and flopping in a silly little gallop or prance. She wears out easily and sometimes stops mid run to watch which direction her sister will take around a certain obstacle. There, she’ll wait for JuJu to emerge and pounce on her, only to chase her again after a slight tumble and roll on the carpet. I’ll play this game with them every once in a while. When I do, they’d rather chase me than be chased. Or, sometimes, they change the rules of the game and turn to face me in their own version of high noon in the living room, growling taunts and wagging incessantly. Then, as the tension builds, we bolt towards one another. But then, and only then as I topple nose first into the carpet and they race past my flying feet, I remember why it’s important to never play chicken with a couple of low-riders.
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