The joy of being a spectacular weirdo (and playing with zombies)

It's a glorious and slobbery thing, being a spectacular furry weirdo.

It will come as no surprise to you that Fable's weirdness is the stuff of legend. I mean, the Greatest Dane, rarely does things by halves.

In fact, the last time we had a check in at the vet, they sent us home with the promise that Fabes would be back to her "usual, strange self in no time."

Her usual strange self is pretty spectacular.

She plays full tilt, shaking her toys and frolicking around the field with the speed of a racehorse. She also menaces with abandon, stalking our foods when we have the tasty tasty bacons. Yells at the coyotes will every ounce of lung. And loves with her entire being. 

But it takes a long time for her to make friends. 

The hubs and I often joke that she's too smart to dog comfortably, but not quite smart enough to people. This isn't always that far from the truth -- especially when she's at the park. 

She loves going to the dog park. 

If you give her half a chance, she'll lead you straight to the park, focused on the most direct path to her goal with the blind intensity of seagull diving for that last fry. Yet when she gets there, more often than not she just stands awkwardly in the middle of the field. 

Smaller dogs will play and tussle around her. And she'll try to get involved. She'll walk over and put her head in, like a giraffe attempting to frolic with a bunch of prairie dogs. And it goes about as well as you imagine: the smaller dogs generally take off to continue their antics in the opposite end of the park -- leaving Fabes by herself. 

Yes, she's a dog. She's also my fur child and it's almost broken my heart. 

It's hard being the odd one out.

But now she has equally odd FRIENDS. 

Especially Charlie The Gentleman, who was also an awkward one at the park -- and who now gets all the way into it with his bestie Fable. They have big love -- and big rumbles. So big, in fact, that Sir Charles is decidedly not a gentleman at the park. 

He might be the cause of her back injury, because his favorite trick to bring Fabes down to his level is to grab hold of her collar and tug -- with enough force to pull Fabes into a wrestle on the ground. 

Fabes loves this...her back does not. 

So now she's the proud owner of a special park harness. It is blue, like her buddy's, and safe for grabbing. And they're back to being their wackiest, bestest selves at the park. 

What a difference it makes when you find the right weirdo for you, huh?

It doesn't hurt to find that perfectly strange read, either. Whether it's zombies turning into heroes or a Harpy solving crime in 1820s London, it's fun to mix it up. Right now, the Hubs and I are enjoying Fallout on Prime -- and it's blend of 50s style with bloody humor and grand adventure is hitting the spot for me. Oh, and there's a dog. Which I ADORE.

If you fancy it, I'd love to hear what books, shows or games you're into!

Luv, 
Dee