Hector Wheelie here.
On Thanksgiving day, Momma and Master were invited to the home of my human brother and sissy in law. Given that their puppy, Oliver, still has a restraining order on the Relentlessly Huge, Mango and Dexter had to stay home, so I, Hector, boldly ventured forth to represent our little pack.
Mango warned me to watch out for that Oliver. I thought that was all a bit overly dramatic given how cute the little guy was (but kind of a sloppy drinker).
But then, oh, I can hardly tell you, but I must in case other wheelies fall into the same trap.
While my nephew Misha watched my brother carve the turkey, I decided to go into the dining room to spend some quality time with Oliver (after all, he is family).
We were getting along just fine, when...
Youngsters, cover your eyes!
I was engulfed by his stinky puppy jaws of doom. Do you see how one of my feet even came off my wheelie platform? That was really painful!
Look! The assault was caught on video (warning, actual puppy attack on wheelie, not for young audiences).
I was able to make my way to the safety of the dining room table.
While the wicked puppy went outside to do his victory dance.
I was too distraught to take any more photos.
In fact I went right from the dining room table into the trunk of the car and hid there until we arrived back at the estate.
Oh Mango! How good to see you. He noticed my boo boo leg right away and gave me nurturing smoochies.
I think I am getting one of those restraining orders for myself against that vicious puppy.
I overheard momma trying to setup a "play date" for evil Oliver to come to our estate. I will keep an eye on the calendar so that I can be sure to get out of Dodge when that happens.
Hector Wheelie! Over and out!