Monday, July 25, 2011

Bad Dog, Bad Dog, Watcha Gonna Do


She did it again.  Ran away.  Ran like the wind for the woods and the swamp.  Never looked back.

Bad dog, bad dog, watcha gonna do?  Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?

Her timing wasn't so hot either.  We were expecting our 4th of July house guests at any minute.  While passing time awaiting their arrival Henna and I went for a walk to the dock.  I decided it was a good time to do a little house cleaning and began to clear the dock of any and all spider condos.  Suddenly the lead went slack...and I knew.  There I stood leash in hand with a fancy Pittsburgh Steeler collar (thank you Aunt Judi) dangling on the end, but no dog.  She had slipped her collar and said dog was making tracks for the woods.  As fast as her little golden legs would carry her.

There was no sense chasing after her either.  I knew she wouldn't return until she was good and ready.  My biggest concern was that she was on the loose with no identification.  The 50 name tags that hang clanging from her neck were lying limp in my hand. She was gone.  Perhaps this time for good.

About 30 minutes later The Kid spotted her at the top of our drive.  I called to her and what do you suppose happened next?  She took off in the opposite direction that's what happened.  (Do you think those 8 weeks of obedience classes were worth it?)  Fortunately her new best friend Dewey had joined the hunt and began barking.  Inquisitive Little Missy couldn't resist the call of the hound and came running to see what the fuss was about.  Her collar was quickly snapped back into place and that's when we got a whiff of her.  She was coated chest high in muck and smelled like skunk cabbage (which if you've never encountered it smells exactly as its name's that bad).  It was about this time that our house guests pulled into the drive.  Welcome to the Little Red Cottage.

Bad dog, bad dog, whatcha gonna do?  Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?


Tim Logan said...

Too funny. Is she kin to a dog that rymes with Dizzy? I remember running through the marsh at the beach chasing a dog. I figured she was aligator bait but showed up about an hour later in a lather but in one piece!

Anonymous said...

It hasn't been the same without you!

Audrey said...

Baking soda, hydrogen peroxide and a bit of dishwashing soap works wonders on skunk oil/smell. You migh wonder how I know this - yeah, we've had a cat get skunked and a dog get skunked twice. In fact the second time, he delivered the skunk to us!!! Maybe the solution works on skunk cabbage odor too.

Judy H. said...

Even though she looks a bit contrite, there is a glimmer of "if I can get this leash off, I am gone again" in those pretty eyes!