Spilled to Perfection
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Survival of the Fittest
Mar 26th
I have a routine that I go through every morning after I wake up. I first thank God for allowing me to see another day, brush my teeth, take a shower, put on my undies, robe and slippers, take the dogs out to do their business, retrieve the morning paper while outside with the dogs, then go back into the house for breakfast or finish getting dressed for the day.
Well this morning while taking the dogs out to do their business, I noticed that my neighbor’s German Shepherd was not inside of her gate. Let me give you a little background history on that dog before I proceed to tell the rest of my story….
My neighbor’s German Shepherd barks ferociously at my dogs every morning. This is normal and I’m used to that, but the dog is usually behind a gate, so I ignore it. Today, there was no barking, so that instantly heightened my senses. From my peripheral vision, I spotted the dog across the street watching my dogs on my front lawn as they pooped.
This dog, still not barking, all of a sudden charges at me and my dogs. Now mind you, I have 3 dogs on 3 leashes, and I’m wearing a robe and slippers. There is probably a 20 second run to my front door to get back into my house with all 3 dogs, plus myself in tact. With panic in all of my dogs and my eyes, we took off like Flo Jo.
For those of you who have seen Enemy of the State with Will Smith hauling ass in a robe and slippers…..that was me this morning! I was able to make it to my front door in all of 5 seconds flat, but *gasp* I dropped the leashes and the dogs were on their own.
They were just about to take one for the team because the German Shepherd was literally nipping at their tails. Somehow they made it through the front door in time. I cannot believe it. As Frankie, Keyshia Cole’s mother, would say, it was about to be a man down/Code 10 situation, because had those dogs not made it in time, I don’t know if I would have gone back outside to fight the German Shepherd to save their lives.
Now, was I wrong for that? Yes, but in that brief instance, it was survival of the fittest.
Chasin’ the Cat
Jan 11th
Today my new puppy, Bailey, is 8 weeks old. He’s learned so much since I got him. He does his business on the newspaper like he’s supposed to. And he’ll even walk over to the door and scratch it to inform me if he wants to go outside to do the deed instead.
But for as much as he’s learned, he’s still a baby. He loves to take a nap in my lap. And for the most part, I don’t have a problem with that. But for the life of me, I cannot figure out why he likes to burrow his head in my crotch.
And it’s not just Bailey. My brother’s grown Chow Chow is the same way. Whenever I go to my brother’s house to do our sibling bonding and his dog is indoors, TJ (the Chow Chow) will walk over to me while I’m sitting on the couch, and place his big ol’ head into my crotch. What’s that all about?