J’accuse.
May 27th, 2010
Last week I looked after my neighbours’ dogs while they were away at a camp-draft competition. These are actual working dogs, so there wasn’t much to do apart from letting them off their chains in the evening and then locking them in their kennels at the other end of the property after I fed them. Being working dogs they are really smart and very obedient so there was no real effort involved.
Everything went well except for the inquisition my knuckle-heads put me through when I’d get home. They’d go into a sniffing frenzy, and there wasn’t one square inch of clothing left unsniffed (of course I played with the working dogs!).
But the worst thing happened on the last day that I looked after them. Seeing as Buddy is pretty well behaved, I decided to take him with me. At first everything was fine, he sprung out of the car and pranced (you’ve got to see it to believe it) along with me on the 500ft walk to the kennels in his normal cocky style, peeing on everything as he went. He’s one tough little dude, and then I opened the kennels and he was immediately surrounded by dogs that were at least 4 times his size. Not so tough now.
But that wasn’t the worst part (working dogs by nature are very friendly). No, the worst part was the drive home. Buddy sat in the front passenger seat pushed hard against the door, staring malevolently at me. Trust me, I know Buddy’s malevolent stare when I see it, plus I also know what he’s thinking most of the time (it’s mostly “Is that food?”), but in this case he glared at me the whole way home while accusing me of having a second, bigamous family on the next farm.
Categories: Pets
Buddy makes me laugh, and so do you. It is about time we had a post from you! Please give all the critters of yours a kiss for me.
Done.
Good to hear that you are up to baby sitting the neighbors dogs as writing a simple post here has been beyond you for so long!!
Hmmmmmm…..
Maybe he was just upset that you left them behind?
Trust me, he didn’t want me to bring them home!
I can picture the whole scene! And I know that look too!!
Aw, cute! You’d be my first pick to watch our animals if we were going somewhere, but seeing as you live on the other side of the world, that would be kind of impractical.
The working dogs sound fabulous! Would love to see a picture sometime! LOL at Buddy! If I’ve been around someone else’s dogs, my two hardly care. They used to sniff me a bit, and I’d make sure not to wash my hands until they’d had their fill (unless I felt the dog might be carrying something), but lately, they’re just not interested.
I love to laugh, Peter, and your description of Buddy gave me a good one. I’d love to see him prance.
hahahahah!!! my cat gives me that look occasionally!! too funny!
For some reason when I first started reading this, I had Bentley in mind—the prancing I could see, but a warm welcome from working dogs and a Beagle I was not sure of—and I wondered how you’d ever get him back—that running thing. Once I woke up and put BUDDY in the picture it all made much more sense!!! Except the prancing!!!! But, sweet little Buddy giving you the stare down?!?!!!! That is so funny!!!!!! I am sure he was sending a telepathy message that said something like “They said I was LITTLE!!! I am not LITTLE!!! What are you doing feeding those dogs anyway??? TRAITOR!!!!!!! Does MOM KNOW?????”
If I can ever figure out my password, I will try to look you up on IM. I am not sure if it is the user name, the password, or both that I am screwing up, but I seem not to be able to remember what I set up the other night!!!!
Yes, please, for everyone’s sake, keep bigamy in the home. All that chasing back and forth gets tiring. It causes one to have no time for blogging!
My cat snarled at me the other day. I’m sure it’s because she could smell another cat on me – I’d patted a cat sitting on the footpath on my way home!
that’s hilarious–i can just picture it. and you reminded me of a story about boscoe when he was a baby. the next door neighbors had two dalmations, who were very friendly over the fence, so one day doug led the puppy boscoe through the gate into the dalmations’ yard.
BIG MISTAKE. they did not want a little border collie invading their territory! they both attacked him and doug had to run into their yard, grab boscoe, and pretty much toss him back into our yard. (boscoe was not hurt. not even traumatized. but i think doug was traumatized.)
Back when Bug was my dog at work, I went through the sniffquisition every day when I got home from work. It took my girls about an hour every evening before they would deign to talk to me. Thanks for reminding me, Peter.
I’d leave a witty comment, but can’t think for the laughing. Malevolent look – I know of what you speak.
ohh, the BETRAYAL! after all that loyalty (?) from your posse, and now you’re cheating on them.