Natesy’s a mess. He’s got scratches on both cheeks, one across his eyelid and a new one on his forehead. There’s a bruise under his chin and his first black eye is finally fading. Looks like he’s missing quite a few teeth.
I just spent the last thirty minutes intercepting Bruiser as he breaks every rule in the book:
No banging the decoy remote control against the plateglass window! Smiles and laughs right in my face.
Stop standing up on the torchiere floor lamp and dancing! Smiles, laughs and beelines straight back to the lamp three times until I build an ottoman barricade.
No touching electrical outlet covers! Grins and laughs in my face, again.
I thought he was bruised and battered from his resistance to man-manis and his current affection for crawling straight into the jaws of danger. Now I’m wondering if he’s sneaking out late at night for bar brawls and rumbles under the 280 overpass. All these scuffles seem to simply be bolstering his confidence… I just gave him my most serious eye squint… again with the laughing in my face. I think we’re in trouble.
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