More silly stories from the Noodles chronicles..
sometimes there will be pictures, sometimes not..
Side note: he refers to me as his Lunkheaded Manservant (Lunkhead for short) and Jill as his Beautiful secretary..now you know😂❤️🐶
She says she was a Silken Windhound. Named ‘Mina’, according to her manservant..she certainly ran like the wind and as it turns out, fights like a Ninja..tall and lean with a runners body and a long thin muzzle full of razor sharp knives meant to look like teeth. I managed to escape a 25 minute death match with a few scrapes, bruises and completely winded. I’m pretty sure she’ll think twice before going after me again…..
I was making my usual rounds and stopped by Skinner Park to check on Boba(to see if she’d recovered from that beat down I told you about last week…thankfully she was almost fully healed and decided not to press charges, no one asked me if I wanted to press charges, but I digress). She wasn’t there but the place was full of sketchy pups seemingly just biding time until their next meal or literally just chasing their tails.
I doubted I’d see much action or be required to use my private pet detective(trademarked) skills.. maybe I could land a useful snitch fur the future.
I’d all but given up on these mongrels when I heard a quiet, throaty whisper..”you got a light big boy?” I knew she meant me despite the obvious and likely intentional mistakes in her summary…
”I’m only 6 1/2 months old honey, those things’ll kill ya.”
Before I could get a good look at her she’d sent me rolling with a swift kick to the head and was on my neck faster than Usain Bolt to a gold medal finish..I rolled outta the way and tried to make a fun for it, clearly overmatched..but this dog was faster than the wind and I realized she lived up to the breed name..I’m unlikely to visit Norwich but I’m starting to imagine it’s inhabitants are all undersized and slow, really slow..but again, I digress..
I looked for my useless man servant to extract me from the clutches of this murderous canine but he’s so clueless and actually seemed to be making friends with my new enemies man servant. Remind me, dear reader, to post an ad for new help, anyways, this lasted for what seemed like hours, me dodging and weaving between knives and sharp elbows, being pressed to the ground and jumped over and around, almost tauntingly, cruelly until at last my lunkheaded manservant announced he had “work to do” and I needed to “finish up.” HE had work to do? I was fighting for my very existen…ok he’s swooping me up and carrying me out..”don’t feel to smug Mina, I’ll be back, and I’ll be ready next time..” I yelled to the sky, as I was being carried on my back like a human baby, humiliating…