Sunday, May 31, 2009
He Stinks!
On Friday, Charlie made another bold escape. Running out the front door as we were leaving for work/grandma's. My dad was home from work helping get ready for the picnic the next day. I asked him if, later on in the day, he would put Charlie back in the house after he had calmed down. We came home to Charlie in the back yard a stinkin mess. He apparently went down to the pasture and rolled around in some cow poo...and ate something dead. After a bath, he is able to be back in the house, however his breath is something terrible, and I hope it won't stay that way for too long. I need a doggie toothbrush. Darn Dog.
Monday, May 11, 2009
The Great Catscapade
What could Charlie do today that would shadow any other of his daily ruckuss? The fact that this is an absolutely true story may be somewhat unbelieveable. But, if you know Charlie, you know how believeable it really is. It all started with missing the school bus...
The bus drove off after Adalia had decided that hygiene was more important than making it to school on time. So she decided to go outside on the deck, to wait for her sister and I to get ready and go to daycare/preschool. (GASP!!! She takes her kid to daycare???) Why yes, yes I do...moving on.....Charlie waited for the perfect moment to bolt past the little one out the door, down the deck stairs and was gone in less than five seconds. This is common for him, and the reason we keep doggie treats in the car. Adalia goes searching for him and comes in back with some terrible news. "Mom it's Charlie, and it's real bad. Hurry, it's REAL BAD!" As I head to the door I see him there looking at me through the glass door. With those pitiful eyes, and a half decomposed cat carcass hanging from his mouth.
"No Charlie, No! Go away! Take it out in the yard! You are not bringing that in here Charlie!" This was my pleading. First of all, I didn't want it in my house. Secondly, I didn't want to touch it. I wanted it gone back where it came from and out of my sight. So, I pushed on the door, and off Charlie ran, leaving the cat behind. With him gone, my goal was to dispose of the cat, even if it just until a male person comes home and actually gets rid of it permanently. I grab my gardening took and lift up the cat....pull my arm back in order to give it a good fling....go to throw...and the cat is gone. Charlie had bolted up the deck with his super dog speed stole that cat and ran off.
I gathered the girls and told them that for today Charlie would just have to run outside, we simply could not wait any longer to try and get him back in the house. Secretly, I have this fear of Charlie getting hit by a car or a tractor during planting season and REALLY, i wanted him back in the house. So, I get Mimi strapped in, and Adalia has her side of the van door open getting in when Charlie decides he is also going to school today and is taking his new friend, Dead Cat. In through the Van door jumps Charlie and then into the front passenger seat taking my XM radio and everything on the dash with him, then slams the cat carcass in the passenger floorboard and lays his 95 pound body on top of it. "Oh no, Charlie, not happening." I have Mimi in the back seat with her jelly toast screaming that Charlie is going to eat her sandwich. So, I shut all the doors, go to the passenger door and pull Charlie out, leaving cat on the floorboard. I put Charlie in the house, locked it, and then went back to the car. Using said garden tool, I picked up Mr. (or Ms.) Kitty and gave it a nice toss. And we were on our way.
And that was the end of the Catscapade!
The bus drove off after Adalia had decided that hygiene was more important than making it to school on time. So she decided to go outside on the deck, to wait for her sister and I to get ready and go to daycare/preschool. (GASP!!! She takes her kid to daycare???) Why yes, yes I do...moving on.....Charlie waited for the perfect moment to bolt past the little one out the door, down the deck stairs and was gone in less than five seconds. This is common for him, and the reason we keep doggie treats in the car. Adalia goes searching for him and comes in back with some terrible news. "Mom it's Charlie, and it's real bad. Hurry, it's REAL BAD!" As I head to the door I see him there looking at me through the glass door. With those pitiful eyes, and a half decomposed cat carcass hanging from his mouth.
"No Charlie, No! Go away! Take it out in the yard! You are not bringing that in here Charlie!" This was my pleading. First of all, I didn't want it in my house. Secondly, I didn't want to touch it. I wanted it gone back where it came from and out of my sight. So, I pushed on the door, and off Charlie ran, leaving the cat behind. With him gone, my goal was to dispose of the cat, even if it just until a male person comes home and actually gets rid of it permanently. I grab my gardening took and lift up the cat....pull my arm back in order to give it a good fling....go to throw...and the cat is gone. Charlie had bolted up the deck with his super dog speed stole that cat and ran off.
I gathered the girls and told them that for today Charlie would just have to run outside, we simply could not wait any longer to try and get him back in the house. Secretly, I have this fear of Charlie getting hit by a car or a tractor during planting season and REALLY, i wanted him back in the house. So, I get Mimi strapped in, and Adalia has her side of the van door open getting in when Charlie decides he is also going to school today and is taking his new friend, Dead Cat. In through the Van door jumps Charlie and then into the front passenger seat taking my XM radio and everything on the dash with him, then slams the cat carcass in the passenger floorboard and lays his 95 pound body on top of it. "Oh no, Charlie, not happening." I have Mimi in the back seat with her jelly toast screaming that Charlie is going to eat her sandwich. So, I shut all the doors, go to the passenger door and pull Charlie out, leaving cat on the floorboard. I put Charlie in the house, locked it, and then went back to the car. Using said garden tool, I picked up Mr. (or Ms.) Kitty and gave it a nice toss. And we were on our way.
And that was the end of the Catscapade!
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