Monday, October 1, 2012

A Tragic Tale

Today, Ray was whiny. And underfoot. And bad. After listening to him whine ALL DAY LONG, and then finding that he had stolen a can of cat food off the counter and eaten it in the front hall, I had had it. I tried coming up with a credible explanation for Ray's untimely death after defenestration.
There was a fox on the roof and Ray, not knowing that it was a roof, had jumped through the window and chased it only to run off the edge and crash to the ground. Or maybe, there was a cat fight on the roof and Ray, thinking his Moonie was being attacked, jumped through the window and tried to save her only to fall off the edge and crash to the ground; a horribly sad, premature ending to a brave hound. Or the ever popular, "I don't know what happened. He was like this when I got home."
After coming up with three pretty good excuses, I realized that maybe Ray was whining and bad because he was hungry. He's been on boiled chicken and rice that last couple of days because of another case of Delhi belly. Maybe he was feeling better and just needed something to eat. I gave him the remainder of a can of dog food. He ate it, curled up on Gregg's chair, and went to sleep.
Now I feel bad. And the worst part is, I know that cat food isn't going to agree with him, and he will be right back on chicken and rice for another couple of days. (sigh)

9 comments:

  1. there are times when we could all cheerfully dispatch them, Fizzie had an evil habit of emptying her bladder on my duvet and her indiscretion would only be discovered just as we climbed into bed and either caught the acrid odour of cold dog wee or felt that damn wet patch ....she of course would be cosily curled up in her own dry and sweet smelling bed, with a smirk on her face.

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    1. And worse, she would be winking at you to boot! Some days it just doesn't pay to have pets.

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    1. Me too. Thank God I have opposable thumbs and can open my own food.

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  3. Dogs are a lot more intelligent than we give them credit for: I encourage Conor to climb 3 low walls (which double as steps) on 1 of our walking rowts (sic) and after <5 times he was (a) counting the steps between each wall (b) able to pull to the right to indicate he had no intention of climbing them at just the right time!

    BTW, how many more dictionaries do you have to eat to break the World record?

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    1. I'm always impressed at Ray's memorization skills. Sometimes I think about taking out a tree or two in the backyard to free up more space where he runs and then have to wonder, now that he has them mapped in his head, would it do any good?

      In response to BTW, I have always had sesquipedalian tendencies. When I was a freshman in high school, I maxed out on the vocabulary so my English teacher handed me the dictionary and told me to pick 20 words a week to be tested on. (not bragging, just 'splainin') To this day, I love reading the dictionary.

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  4. Wow, I'm impressed. I will also never challenge you to Scrabble ;0P

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  5. One scene in Braveheart explains it all. LOL
    ~MfT

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    1. Now, is that something that I am going to have to watch? Or can you explain it?

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