Ya know how when you are not REALLY awake but just kinda.
But from what I can piece together in my semi-awake state. Ralphie was in the throes of "guarding" his house when Blue must have got up to see what was going on. And as he came over to the window, Ralphie must have turned and in his frenzied state of mind jumped at Blue.
At this point I'm sitting up blurry-eyed and I see Ralphie jumping towards Blue and Blue roars and comes forward towards Ralphie and has him down and it not letting him up. Ralphie doesn't stop his insanity but instead is growling and Blue continues to roar. Jimmy is standing next to this, barking and trembling. I suppose he feels like he needs to back up his buddy but I can tell it's with great trepidation. So I grab my comforter and throw it over everyone. Blue stops and backs up. I pick up Ralphie, completely expecting to find deep wounds and lacerations. I notice some drops of urine on the floor and he's dropped a piece of poop in his fear. I carefully check him over.
Nothing but spit on his fur. I shake my head. How stupid. It's like a raccoon taking on a bear.....
No, I will not be getting another big dog. There are no guarantee's that if there was another large one in the mix that the outcome could have been horribly different.
Yet another sign.
How many signs do I need?!
When Blue wants to play and run, he has me. He doesn't need another pal and most likely doesn't want one.
I just have to get off my big-ass and be there for him.