It all started like a normal afternoon. The sun was shining, the vibes were good, and Chooch and CiCi were chilling like they always do—playfully wrestling, sharing toys, and occasionally throwing shade like siblings do. But little did I know… Chooch had plans. Today wasn’t just another play session—it was payback day.
Apparently, Chooch hadn’t forgotten the time CiCi stole his treat right out of his mouth last week. Or maybe it was the time she jumped on him during nap time, scaring the living fur out of him. Either way, he’d been plotting. And today, he got his lick back.
It started with a casual approach. Chooch strutted over to CiCi, all calm and innocent. He gave her a gentle nudge, then another. CiCi, completely unaware of the incoming storm, wagged her tail and leaned into him like, “Aww, you love me again!” And then—BAM! Chooch gave her the sloppiest, sassiest lick right across the face. Not just a cute lick—this was a full revenge-mode lick, like, “You remember what you did? Well, now we’re even.”
CiCi froze. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Then she bolted after him, tail wagging like a crazy flag. They were off—zooming through the living room like tiny furry missiles.
Here’s the problem… I was just sitting there, peacefully sipping coffee, enjoying the moment. Next thing I know, Chooch leaps over my lap like he’s in an action movie, and CiCi follows—but not before accidentally slapping my mug right out of my hand. Coffee everywhere. My legs soaked. My shirt ruined. My peace? Gone.
So yeah, Chooch got his lick back. CiCi got the message. But I? I got caught in the crossfire. A true innocent bystander in a doggy drama of epic proportions. 😂
Still… I wouldn’t trade these two chaos machines for the world.
