One 11 year-old Jack Russell female named Elizabeth, for scaring her parents and causing trouble.
Worming day…dogs line up for treats…
Pink (Schnauzer)… pill in raw chicken mince… umm umm delicious.
Eric (True Scot)… pill in chicken mince… uuuumm yummo… any more?
Mary (Queen of Scots)… pill in chicken mince… mine mine mine mine why did I have to wait… oh yum!
Elizabeth, are you ALL CRAZY!! they are trying TO POISON YOU… don’t swallow, spit while you can…. locked under my arm… Jaw pried open… not easy with a determined JR
Pill shoved in, mouth held closed with iron fist… two humans staring at her baleful eyes… while rubbing her throat… She held her breath as long as she could then just had to swallow… then walks off giving us the biggest stinkeye…
Back in the Dark Ages her mother disappeared for two weeks, and somehow survived as she’d fallen down a local mine shaft while hunting. It caused great Trauma.
So when Elizabeth disappeared from the face of the earth today it caused my husband – her great love and protector – to rend his garments and scream her name so loudly and for so long that every bird in the district went into a nervous moult.
We searched everywhere, in, around and under… did she beat you out the door? No… is she mousing down the back? No… shades of missing dogs past flashed before our eyes.
I went into the side yard where the work bench for the garden is… her nose… was peeping under the garden shed… and she was whinging – I asked HTF did you dig in there but now can’t get out?
Cursing, shovel digging and finally she was out and quite happy with herself.
I turned into a bad mother and pinched her ear… she deserved it… she told on me, and now husband and I aren’t speaking.
She should not have been in there. It seems (according to husband), the only way she could have got in there is if I – I – had left the gate open… My answer, then tell me how it’s still closed?
Things are not good in the Cleland household and it’s HER fault.
No treats for her tonight! NOT happy FRAN!
But then… I haven’t had nightmares for ages, and I can only partially recall last night’s, but if you have ever have, and know the part where you try and speak and your mouth won’t work with fright?
The problem is that husband would not wake up if the roof fell in… and I must have been screaming… but Elizabeth JR who sleeps with us… took it on herself to put her little paws on me and lick my face to wake me up… bless her little heart… she stayed next to me and tucked herself against me… what do we do without our fur family… never ever say they are just a dog…
All is forgiven.
