A body with a dog nose in the
front has a tail on the back. When Chris Ann, a Cocker Spaniel, was with us,
even though she had a bobbed tail she wagged it as best she could – of course
Chris Ann wagged the entire back-half of her body, she could get so excited
that she’d pee. A rule for living with Chris Ann is that when we arrived home
that we’d open the door and let her run outside to greet us, otherwise in her excitement
she might have an accident inside the house. I guess that’s what happens when
your whole back half is moving at the speed of a centrifuge.
Writing this conjures up the
image of taking Christy to visit friends who had just moved into a brand new
house with, naturally, brand new carpet. Vickie, Christy and I walked into the
great room and were talking (that is Vickie and I were talking) with our friends when three or four of our friends’
cats came to inspect Christy, while Christy didn’t pee, a few round objects
rolled out of her behind. Needless to say Chris wasn’t wagging her tail – it was
frozen in cat alert. Vickie was embarrassed by the incident, but Chris didn’t
even seem to be aware that she was rolling out housewarming gifts and I thought
it was amusing. I’m sure the cats thought, “Doesn’t she know how to use the
litter box?”
No comments:
Post a Comment