How can two very lovely dogs go from this
to this
in a matter of three seconds? If you answered “brain damage”, I suspect you might be right. I think my dogs have been eating lead paint…or drinking…again.
King Knucklehead (that would be Grimm), however, chose not to participate in the day’s shenanigans. (Shocking, I know. I checked his brow for a fever.) However, just because one does not willingly join in with the antics of others does not mean that one is immune to being pulled into their affairs. See what I mean?
Zella the Zany and Rufus the Dufus (or Doofus, however you want to spell it is fine) were determined to drag Grimm the Grump into their canine capers. Grimm, however, just wanted to bask in the warmth of the sun. The wild woofers, however, just kept gnawing at his leg until he said, “ENOUGH!”
Rufus couldn’t help but give a little sass back, but he and Zella decided to leave Grimm the Grumpy Pants alone. With a huge, dramatic sigh, Grimm went inside to lie down next to Charley. Even though Zella and Rufus were leaving him alone, being next to Charley would guarantee that they wouldn’t try any funny business. No dog dares to wake Charley without a very good reason. Charley may be old, but he’s fierce and doesn’t take kindly to being roused from his beauty sleep by the likes of barbarian canines.
So, for now, Grimm is safe from the doofuses (or is that doofi?). I fear, however, that it will not be long before Grimm reclaims his role as their witless leader. If he doesn’t, Rufus may take the role…if so, God help us all.
Grimm's Furry Tail 
