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Post by Alpo on Jan 22, 2023 22:46:52 GMT -6
Dog comes in and tells me that she has to go pee. Okay. It's been fairly warm all day - high 70s, maybe 80. I'm just wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, so I slip on a pair of shoes and we go out.
I immediately come to the conclusion that I should have put on long pants and quite possibly a jacket. Wasn't really cold - 60 - but that ten knot wind. That tended to get my attention.
But, she said she had to pee, so I figured we wouldn't be outside very long, and I could stand it.
So we walk, and we walk, and we walk some more. And she stops to smell everything. Some cat or dog or something crossed the street, and she has to stand there and smell the street. She doesn't care about it being chilly with a strong wind blowing. She's wearing a fur coat. And I'm getting colder and colder.
And I start thinking that maybe I should just pick her up and hold her by her front and back shoulders and twist, like I'm wringing out a wet washcloth, until whatever she's got stuck up in her bladder squirts out. And then we can go back in the house out of the wind.
Don't get me wrong - I'm glad I got her.
But sometimes she just drives me crazy.
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Post by piney on Jan 23, 2023 5:40:21 GMT -6
I still miss my last dog, he used to take advantage of not being on a leash for a split second, run to our stock pond and wallow around in the thick mud. He was a poodle crossed with a dozen other mutts so he didn't shed fur, but it was long wavy fur that took a while to rinse mud out of, it was really irritating. Naturally it would be right before we were supposed to leave for some gathering or other and the beastie would stink and be dripping with dark mud.
When I first brought him home I was turning 16 and worked at the veterinary clinic, dog was dumped in a ditch during a cold spell. No one came in to claim him so I talked my family into letting me keep him. First thing he did was bite my dad's hand, so he must have been mistreated by men. It took a few years but he was a pretty great little dog (and the pond dried up eventually) despite some of his quirky dog habits, like chewing furniture if he ran out of rawhides. He died 22 years ago yesterday.
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