Shoeful of Drool has taken a little sabbatical the past few weeks. I’ve had several ideas and plenty of time to write a post (courtesy of the government shutdown), but I’ve lacked the motivation. It also is a time that I really, really wish I had my very own furface who would put his head in my lap and sigh when I scratch his ears. In times of stress dogs are comforting, plus I’d be laughing more.
But I have been taking a nice walk every day (exercise is also a stress buster). I’ve ventured over into the part of the neighborhood where Dudley and I hadn’t walked in a couple of years. As he got older, and especially after he blew out his knee, we stayed close to the house when we walked. We’d go a couple of blocks then turn around and go past the house again to walk a few more blocks in the other direction.
I remembered there was a cul-de-sac that always made Dudley nervous even when he was young. I don’t know exactly what bothered him, there were dogs who barked that lived down there, but there were dogs everywhere in our neighborhood. He would chuff uncomfortably and get a frantic look in his eyes as he looked around about the time we would get to one particular house. He’d turn around and lead the way out, all the while glancing nervously behind him. Lest you think I’m cruel, I never exactly took pleasure from his discomfort, but he was about 8 billion degrees of cute when he was nervous. He finally began to pull if I started down that street, so we quit walking down there.
A small dog not on a leash in another cul-de-sac reminded me of the time about 8-9 years ago when I was walking both Dudley and Zoe and a small dog from the same cul-de-sac came yapping after them. It took me by surprise, and I quickly wrapped their leashes around my wrist as they strained to get to the little dog. They pulled me to my knees and the human attached to the little dog was frantically screaming for me to stop her dog from running into the street. Uh, lady, I’m doing all I can do to keep my dogs from crushing your unleashed dog — and then with one powerful lunge, my chest and chin hit the ground and with my feet still in the air, my dogs are dragging me across a very well-kept lawn. Not fast, but far enough if someone had recorded it, it would have at least been a finalist on America’s Funniest Home Videos.
Somehow, the lady got her dog and I regained control of Dudley and Zoe. My shirt was hopelessly grass-stained and I had clumps of dirt under my chin. There were drag marks in the grass, Dudley and Zoe were completely satisfied after they peed several times, and I had a tale to tell later that night over a few beers. It’s also a great memory that makes me giggle during a tough time. It’s time to start building new, furry memories! As soon as this shutdown ends . . . I will be looking at fences for the backyard.
Dogs are miracles with paws. ~Attributed to Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy