My life has gone to the dogs. Literally. Well, last month it did, anyway. Every year my parents take the grand kids camping the week between Christmas and New Year – and every year, the one week I have without my son, Mr. T, I usually get sick. It’s like my body knows that I don’t have anyone to take care of and it decides that I shouldn’t have any fun.
This year I would have welcomed being sick. What I got instead was way worse…
I’ve mentioned that my 27 year old brother has congestive heart failure. So, since he isn’t working, he decided to go camping this year. Mom and dad took Zack, the giant German Short-hair Pointer that is the sweetest and gentlest of dogs and he loves to go camping. I always take Zoey, the Bichon Pomeranian mix that wakes up in a new world every day, as Zoey and my dog Shorty get along very well. With my brother, Lee, going camping, this left his dog Cassius, the Boxer, to take care of.
Now, don’t let his sweet and innocent face fool you. Cassius can’t stay home alone, he loves getting into the neighbor’s yard, he loves barking loudly and as he’s only a couple years old, he loves chewing up everything. Being the good sister I am, I said “sure, I’ll take him for the week.”
Obviously I’ve lost my mind at this point; I just couldn’t see it yet.
I live in a subdivision. I have a lock on my gate and I have a doggie door. Shorty pretty much has free run of the house and yard. He and the dogs behind us run the fence line playing with each other. He likes to bark at the dogs to the side of us, which are huge, just to show them who the boss is. He very seldom bothers the dog on the other side of us. I only have to lock Shorty inside if one of the neighbors is using the weed-eater, as the weed-eater is his mortal enemy.
Day 1 I learned that I can’t leave the big door open providing access to the doggie door. All day long I was up and going to the back door to call the dogs inside. Every time another dog was let out, Cassius lost his mind. I’m sure he wasn’t trying to be mean, but he’s a boxer, and he has a loud bark and he will “box” the fence, he pounds his front paws on the fence. I’ve learned that this creates a huge ruckus.
Day 3 I learned that it is pointless to sweep and mop your kitchen when you have ground still wet from the snow and you have three dogs. I hadn’t even finished mopping before I had mud on my floor again.
Day 4 I learned that if a boxer boxes a fence too much, it will break. I also learned that a Bichon Pomeranian can fit through an opening the size of a fence board. I also learned that when you put rusty nails in your pocket while you are replacing the fence panel to be careful when you sit down! I kinda forgot that I had put them there, but they reminded me pretty quickly!
Day 5 I learned that a fence is a fence is a fence and it doesn’t matter that they’ve already broken panels on one side that you have had to replace, they will break panels on other sides, too. I also learned that some neighbors aren’t as understanding… Fortunately, we mended fences – literally and figuratively.
So, due to incoming inclement weather, I got a call that they were coming home from camping a day early! Yay me!! So very happy! I got all the dogs loaded in the car, gathered up leashes, bagged up the left-over food and collected the toys.
My car battery was dead. Yeah, that happened.