I now have neighbors on the long-side of the wire fence, and they have a bouncy young dog. Miss Tanji keeps an eye on him while he plays, so at least she's not bored.
The other day Tanji and I went over to his yard to see if they would play together. Unfortunately, after a few minutes of desultory play, I think the young dog got miffed that Tanji had picked up his ball. There was a bit of an argument, but it wasn't serious. The other dog went off to find another toy.
I patted Tanji on the head. "There, everybody's okay now." She gave me a Look. Then she sighed heavily, laid down (belly up), and lifted up her front leg so I could see the blood from where he'd bitten her.
It was only a nip (the vet said "no worries"), but I don't think there's going to be a beautiful friendship. She doesn't seem too upset about it (the nip), but the neighbors were. (The humans, anyway. The bouncy young dog was more concerned about playing some more.)
P.S. Don't name your dog Elvis. It's confusing at the dog park when you call your dog and several other dogs come running.
Exercise du jour: 30 minutes of running.
Didn't I just do that the other day?
Damn, I need a running schedule.
Or a life.
Or Hugh Jackman, I'm not proud.
Done. I think I've got calf-itis. This morning I made the mistake of trying to get out of bed, and was attacked by the mother, father, and grandparents of all leg cramps. Maybe I've got what Dr. House had, and I will need to get my leg muscles amputated. Doesn't sound all that bad, right now.