02-12-2007, 04:56 PM
I don't have kids. I have dogs. So, I don't get to write down their cute witticisms. That doesn't stop me from talking about their cute actions.
Take today for instance. Preston has gotten it into his head that he doesn't like to walk in the morning, especially if it has rained. He doesn't like to walk around the Radio tower for fear, I think, of getting his paws muddy. He also doesn't like it when Cuchulain and I go on the walk without him. It's the Queen's new alarm O'clock.
It rained yesterday. Preston was hiding. I didn't want to play the find Preston and urge him to walk game. We left. Preston barked the entire time we were gone.
The reason we walk was so they can pee and poop. When I returned with the very well behaved Cuchulain, I took Preston for a quick jaunt around the circle. Cuchulain is the good dog. He comes when you call him. He doesn't need the leash, because he doesn't go far. At least not for me. Preston would be gone in a second and no amount of bribery or talking would bring him back until he was ready to return.
We set off with Preston on the leash and Cuchulain off the leash. Done it plenty of times.
I experienced the worst panic I have felt in quite some time this morning. What caused this panic? I saw the skunk a millisecond after Cuchulain spotted. Turns out Cuchulain is a dog. Dog's like to chase things that move. The skunk was moving just fine for him. I guess he never got the pamphlets about skunk defensive mechanisms. He also went deaf at this time because I was screaming my brains out to make him stop as Cuchulain darted up the street towards the black and white rodent.
Fresh skunk was a completely new experience for me. It has a slightly different taste than old skunk scent. And it's like hot sauce. At first you don't think it's there and then it burst into flames.
Eventually, the skunk headed off into the bushes where the brown dog could not follow. But the damage had been done.
Thank god 7-11's are open twenty-four hours a day. Cindi went out first to get some hydrogen peroxide, but couldn't find any at the closes store. I stayed in the yard with a very mournful Cuchulain. He didn't understand why I wouldn't let him into the house nor would I allow him to rub up against me. For some strange reason, Preston wanted to rub against Cuchulain. Stupid dogs.
I washed Cuchulain down with a mixture of Hydrogen Peroxide and Baking Soda that the Queen had heard about . And what does a dog do when he's wet? He shakes himself. Skunk smelling Hydrogen Peroxide went everywhere especially onto the person applying the mixture. We then went to the shower for more shaking and more smelling.
I have had bad Mondays but this one has to go down into the books.
Take today for instance. Preston has gotten it into his head that he doesn't like to walk in the morning, especially if it has rained. He doesn't like to walk around the Radio tower for fear, I think, of getting his paws muddy. He also doesn't like it when Cuchulain and I go on the walk without him. It's the Queen's new alarm O'clock.
It rained yesterday. Preston was hiding. I didn't want to play the find Preston and urge him to walk game. We left. Preston barked the entire time we were gone.
The reason we walk was so they can pee and poop. When I returned with the very well behaved Cuchulain, I took Preston for a quick jaunt around the circle. Cuchulain is the good dog. He comes when you call him. He doesn't need the leash, because he doesn't go far. At least not for me. Preston would be gone in a second and no amount of bribery or talking would bring him back until he was ready to return.
We set off with Preston on the leash and Cuchulain off the leash. Done it plenty of times.
I experienced the worst panic I have felt in quite some time this morning. What caused this panic? I saw the skunk a millisecond after Cuchulain spotted. Turns out Cuchulain is a dog. Dog's like to chase things that move. The skunk was moving just fine for him. I guess he never got the pamphlets about skunk defensive mechanisms. He also went deaf at this time because I was screaming my brains out to make him stop as Cuchulain darted up the street towards the black and white rodent.
Fresh skunk was a completely new experience for me. It has a slightly different taste than old skunk scent. And it's like hot sauce. At first you don't think it's there and then it burst into flames.
Eventually, the skunk headed off into the bushes where the brown dog could not follow. But the damage had been done.
Thank god 7-11's are open twenty-four hours a day. Cindi went out first to get some hydrogen peroxide, but couldn't find any at the closes store. I stayed in the yard with a very mournful Cuchulain. He didn't understand why I wouldn't let him into the house nor would I allow him to rub up against me. For some strange reason, Preston wanted to rub against Cuchulain. Stupid dogs.
I washed Cuchulain down with a mixture of Hydrogen Peroxide and Baking Soda that the Queen had heard about . And what does a dog do when he's wet? He shakes himself. Skunk smelling Hydrogen Peroxide went everywhere especially onto the person applying the mixture. We then went to the shower for more shaking and more smelling.
I have had bad Mondays but this one has to go down into the books.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit