It was Friday -
the day after Thanksgiving.
And for the first day in a really really long long long long looooooong time,
I didn't do any cooking.
Unless you call toasting some rolls,
or making turkey sandwiches,
or nuking stuff cooking.
I was doing my best just trying to chill,
but things weren't working too well
for me in that department.
Both boys went out to play with their little friends,
so I got to baby sit Beau.
Daughter Hawthorne had homework
the entire weekend,
so she was working on that.
And poor little Giada was bored,
plus she's a little ADD to boot.
So, Bo-Bo and Giada start roughhousing
in the house.
(Would it be called roughhousing if the
dogs were outside?)
Now, BoBo, is an American Bull dog and weighs a 100 or so pounds
and is still a puppy.
Giada is a lab/shepherd mix and is about 50-60 pounds, and still a puppy.
And Dixie is a 10-year old cantankerous Chesapeake Bay Retriever
at 70 pounds who isn't going to take any crap off these young whippersnappers.
Dixie is growling at the puppies and baring her teeth every time they
run by her and is not having fun at all.
Every now and then,
Giada lets out a shrill yelp
even when she's lying down on her pillow.
It can be quite startling to me, since I don't care for
sudden outbursts like this,
although I should
be used to them by now,
since Daughter Hawthorne does this all the time
and the dog probably got it from her.
Finally, the dryer buzzer goes off for the sixth time this morning.
(Apparently the children don't know how to operate
the washers and dryers at their respective homes.)
I ask Daughter Hawthorne to take a break from her studies
and go take care of the laundry.
She jumps up, runs across the room, and up the steps.
Bo Bo sees nothing but a moving target
and immediately lumbers after her.
You can actually feel the floor shaking.
Picture a bull in a china shop
and you would have a good idea of what I have going on here.
When she's halfway up the steps,
Beau, chasing after her, jumps onto the couch,
which is in front of the railings,
his weight causing the couch to slide back about 2 feet, slamming it into the wall.
I actually thought he was going to try and climb the railings.
I don't want to think what might have happened had
Beau actually caught Daughter Hawthorne.
I put the puppies out on the deck for a while
so they can calm down,
but I think the cold air just invigorated them,
since they're now running back and forth,
knocking over my pots of dirt,
then they start play fighting,
standing up on their hind legs like bears,
chewing on each others faces.
Then they started whining to come back inside.
They calm down for a little bit,
but it's not long before they start back up.
Now, the other week or so, I started trying to organize my recipes.
I have a big wooden box with different color-coded notebooks
and my recipes all in plastic protective sleeves.
I had pulled a few of the notebooks out the other day
so I could consult for Thanksgiving,
and the notebooks were lying on the living room floor.
During the puppies' raucous playtime,
they stomped on the notebooks left on the floor,
the recipes flew out, the sleeves are flying everywhere,
and the puppies are slipping and sliding
on the plastic sleeves,
and now my neatly organized recipe files
are not so neat and organized anymore.
Having had enough of this,
I decide to be a good Nana
and take the puppies for a walk down the street.
I have both puppies on a leash,
and Dixie on no leash
since she's well-behaved and minds me.
I get aways down the road
when I see Middle Hawthorne driving home.
He stops to chat with BoBo,
and Giada is getting all excited.
She's on a long leash
and is trotting and prancing all around
while I'm chatting with Middle Hawthorne,
then suddenly I hear a yelp from Dixie,
I look down, and see she's lying on the ground on her side,
all four legs lashed together.
Giada had hog-tied her with her leash
and no cowboy at any rodeo
could have done a better job.
And it takes me quite some time
to release Dixie from her bondage.
Middle Hawthorne then zooms off
and Bo Bo wants to run after his Daddy.
He takes off like a bat out of hell and
damn near rips my arm out of the socket.
This dog is strong as an ox
and he's pulling and pulling
to run after Middle Hawthorne.
I finally had to let go.
Had I not let go,
I would have been dragged
on my face down the street,
eating gravel the entire way.
I had no idea that 100-pound dog
could haul ass like he did.
Now, with Beau 1/4 mile down the road,
Giada is acting all crazy.
I figure if I just let her go,
she'll run on home after Beau.
Well, halfway there, she gets distracted (ADD, remember?)
by Andy,
the 120 pound yellow lab
that's tied to the PURPLE jeep in his driveway.
She goes over to meet Andy
and play and jump all over him
and I think I saw the jeep move
when Andy pulled on his leash to go after Giada.
I finally get Giada back on her leash
and look for Dixie.
There's a car coming up the street
and I'm a bit worried.
Also I'm worried about you-know-who next door,
cause he's just waiting for a chance to bust me
and three dogs running amok down the street
would be the perfect opportunity since there are
leash laws in this community.
Dixie sees the car and thinks it's somebody she knows,
so she just follows it into a neighbor's driveway.
And I have to go collect her.
We finally make it home.
And I'm never taking all three dogs for a walk again.
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Those dogs sure gave you a workout!
ReplyDeleteI love Dixie! Hugs and Kisses, Aunt Maxine
ReplyDeleteNothing like a nice quiet day after a holiday to laze around and do nothing.
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