Trampoline Match: Man vs Dog

Playing on the trampoline tonight with the wife and the boys, I try to bounce them all to the moon. I mean this is serious bouncing. I'm sweating. Joanna's laughing until she can't breathe. And the little 6 year old twins? They're cowering near the netting at the edge because they don't want to be bounced "that high." Well, it's all fun a games until the beagle joins in. Little guy has some hops. He leapt into the trampoline from the ground, Jordan style. Tongue out. The whole nine. He sees my trampoline version of King of the mountain and decides to take me on. We catch each other's eyes. It's on. The boys are chanting something about a "monkey basket" game. Who knows. Lots of times I have no clue what the heck they're talking about, so nothing new. I'm run-bouncing in circles... And the little dog is chasing me. Joanna is still laughing. Then...the dog bites my leg. Hard. Winner: Snoopy.