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| All things at high speed except.... |
This morning I was wondering why the Good Lord, in his infinite wisdom, made me a dog person. Normally I am quite happy being a dog person. I like dogs. They tend to like me.
However.....
While the head cat person in the family slept soundly, kitty cats snuggled around her, I shivered miserably in the rain waiting for my dog.
Flannel shirt over my head, shoulders hunched, dripping,and muttering, cold, unhappy, getting cranky real fast, with a cute little doggy at the end of a drooping leash....waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
Of course he's is a bird dog too. Not that Jack Russell Terriers are noted for such, but this one finds birds entrancing. He's my dog. Of course he does.
This was not a help this morning.
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| "Nope, not here... nor here..... Not here either......." |
First, just as he settled tentatively into that tell-tale hunch, a Carolina Wren yodeled from the honey locust. Normally this is one of my favorite sounds. But loud. There is a thriving pair visiting the feeders every day and I enjoy them so much.
Except....today..... not so much. The pup instantly stopped what he was almost doing and froze into a point, listening intently to the bird.
Which sang, and sang, and sang. "Glad you are so happy with the rain and all, but do you wanna shut up a minute?' I thought to myself.
Eventually the mutt grew bored or accustomed or whatever and settled down to tend to business....again...
And CHEEP!!! a House Sparrow, also known around here as a %$@&** Sassenach, chirped about three feet behind him. He shot skyward, swapped ends, and turned his attention to that bird.
And then he spotted the flock under the feeders. Bark, bark, barkbarkbarkbark.
'Enough of this', I muttered. 'This is why they invented newspapers.'
So I hauled him away from his storm of invective and the Lord's storm of precipitation and went inside to get busy on my own newspaper job. I was finishing up the Farm Side, which hopefully contains more palatable information than his newspaper jobs.
Although someone, somewhere, is no doubt using the editorial page where my prose resides, as a puppy paper.....or maybe to line a litter box.
***Hey Alan, mine is all in and done, so if you get bored......
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6 comments:
I can relate. Yesterday our neighbor's new cats sat on the wall connecting our yards and taunted the dogs who barked their fool heads off for about an hour. My cat sat on the patio smiling at the whole thing.
I'm not looking forward to the 'wake up' call when I get my pup all that much either, especially on a miserable morning.
I'm so glad I have cate whenever I see my neighbors walking their dogs in the rain or snow, trying to balance an umbrella while holding a leash and cleaning up after the dog. I stay warm and dry.
Ugh, our young dog got skunked the other night, so he doesn't get to come in, but the other two need to go out. Still not a cat person though.
Jan, at least the little stinker doesn't like rain much more than I do. It's just that he is fascinated by birds and we have lots of them. lol
Linda, I am planning to enjoy your pup vicariously as much as I can. I love this guy and he is going to be a good dog I think, but he isn't a border collie. They are the best!
Cathy, I would probably get to be easier with my dogs if I just chose easier dogs. Alas, I have to pick the hardest ones. lol
Nita, oh, no! The skunks are pretty thick on the ground here too these days. Ick!
You had me laughing out loud!! Of course he is a bird person...just like you said...I'm a cat and a dog person. At this point in time I have a throw away cat (five years old and spaded) just show up to the farm. Of course I love her...it was love at first site. And Boomer loves her. The other two cats...not so much.
Linda
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