Sadie Mae, the UNtrained dog
Remember reading about the fellow who was walking through a field when burrs stuck to his trouser legs, whereupon he said something like "Eureka!" and invented Velcro?
He should have had a small fluffy long-haired dog. Think of those discoveries.
Today, Sadie Mae decided to take another one of her jaunts around the property rather than respond to: Come! (click) COME! (click, click)...CHICKEN! accompanied by the noise of dried chicken strips rattling around in a little plastic jar...her favorite treat.
She looked back at me over her shoulder and ditty-bopped down the path she has made, then around through the woods, then down in back by Muffie's grave/garden, then down another path the wild animals have made near the birdfeeders.
I hobbled along after her but she's faster than I even when I'm sure of foot. Dick was up at the top of the driveway, using the weedwhacker. When he got on his ATV to head back to the house, she definitely heard THAT...her poopdaddy on the machine she loves to ride...so she ran up there & he scooped her up and brought her home.
She was totally covered with tiny beebee-sized burrs...all over her face, chest, paws, legs...only her back was clear. AND she'd apparently discovered some nice wild animal poop to roll in. OMG. I got the chore of combing & brushing out the little green fuzzy thingies once we'd gotten most of her little self clear of the poop. Then Dick took her into the shower and scrubbed her over & over.
AFter that, I took her out on the back deck where there was a bit of shade and did more combing and brushing and picking out of those burrs. At least she smelled better with all the shampooing.
She's been dodging the leash lately when I take her out, but I surely do not want to go through all that again, so it's back to the leash. I really must learn to be more stern, more Alpha Dog, more...I-won't-put-up-with-this-so-get-in-the-HOUSE! NOW! ...or I'll Velcro you to the wall...
He should have had a small fluffy long-haired dog. Think of those discoveries.
Today, Sadie Mae decided to take another one of her jaunts around the property rather than respond to: Come! (click) COME! (click, click)...CHICKEN! accompanied by the noise of dried chicken strips rattling around in a little plastic jar...her favorite treat.
She looked back at me over her shoulder and ditty-bopped down the path she has made, then around through the woods, then down in back by Muffie's grave/garden, then down another path the wild animals have made near the birdfeeders.
I hobbled along after her but she's faster than I even when I'm sure of foot. Dick was up at the top of the driveway, using the weedwhacker. When he got on his ATV to head back to the house, she definitely heard THAT...her poopdaddy on the machine she loves to ride...so she ran up there & he scooped her up and brought her home.
She was totally covered with tiny beebee-sized burrs...all over her face, chest, paws, legs...only her back was clear. AND she'd apparently discovered some nice wild animal poop to roll in. OMG. I got the chore of combing & brushing out the little green fuzzy thingies once we'd gotten most of her little self clear of the poop. Then Dick took her into the shower and scrubbed her over & over.
AFter that, I took her out on the back deck where there was a bit of shade and did more combing and brushing and picking out of those burrs. At least she smelled better with all the shampooing.
She's been dodging the leash lately when I take her out, but I surely do not want to go through all that again, so it's back to the leash. I really must learn to be more stern, more Alpha Dog, more...I-won't-put-up-with-this-so-get-in-the-HOUSE! NOW! ...or I'll Velcro you to the wall...
posted by Marion | 9:51 PM
5 Comments:
Cute little Sadie! This is reason number 374 as to why I don't have a dog. My kids make enough of a mess of themselves AND the house. I don't need a dog to clean up too!
Your post painted a perfect picture in my mind! Thanks for sharing!!
Looks like it's time to teach Winchester and Remington to "Fetch the Puppy!"
I can definitely picture the whole zany fiasco. I'm a bad pet owner myself. I just pull them off or wait for them to fall off our dog Jazzy. She's a wild thing.
I'll check back to hear how the radio spot went.
Maybe some from your group could attend and read at one of our spoken word nights at the Cafe Del Sol. They're every third Saturday from 7-9.
Yes, I tried to send Winchester out to bring her home, but once he hit that heat & humidity, he turned & came back in to the AC house! He's never been a dumb dog...
As for Remington, he is the same age as Sadie Mae (one year this month. When they play, she runs SUPER fast as he chases her in big circles. It'd be like catching a speeding bullet...FWOOM!
Colleen...I'll let our group know; sounds like fun to me. I still intend to get to the Friday night dancing in Floyd once my ankle totally heals. Altho we'd probably eat and watch.
Maybe next year, the Floyd Fest? Oh, I can see my uptight New England-reared hubby getting into Woodstock re-born!
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home