The Doggie I Asked For……

The Doggie I Asked For……
I asked for strength that I might rear him perfectly;
I was given weakness that I might feed him more treats.
I asked for good health that I might rest easy; I was given a "special needs" dog that I might know nurturing.
I asked for an obedient dog that I might feel proud; I was given stubbornness that I might feel humble.
I asked for compliance that I might feel masterful; I was given a clown that I might laugh.
I asked for a companion that I might not feel lonely; I was given a best friend that I would feel loved.
I got nothing I asked for, But everything that I needed.

Author Unknown

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Doxie Digging 101

Today was an improvement on the last few days' weather so I thought I'd start refilling the flower beds and fence perimeter area with new mulch.  Not an entirely pleasurable pursuit of one's time but fulfilling when you finally stand back and view your progress.  I actually accomplished one large bed, one small bed, and about forty feet of fence perimeter.  By that time, the MS (mosquito squadron) had bombarded and attacked with the ferocity of the Red Baron aerial dog-fights so it was time for another cup of coffee & more Deet spray which poisons only my lungs. Thought I'd just rest a few minutes.....
It wasn't long before my husband came home and took his newspaper outside to read on the deck.  He handed out "Daddy's home" treats to four of the five furr kidds and asked where Dora Lee was.  Well, I all along had thought she was snoozing in one of the seven preferred indoor beds for that most essential mid-afternoon nap (as opposed to the early afternoon nap or the pre-dinner nap).  When she was not located indoors, I went back to the deck and started scanning the entire dox domain.  Much to my dismay, Dora the Digger was at one of her favorite, Olympic-potential sports == digging holes and trenches that could serve as wild-animal snagging pits!  She had tunneled through at least thirty-five of the forty feet of new fence perimeter mulch, had destroyed a favorite rose bush and its dirt mound (which was now mouse free, assuredly) and had excavated around two large rocks (not quite boulders) in an effort to create a moat or other such water hazard.  When I yelled her name, she at first appeared quite proud of her landscaping efforts then realized mom was not using the "good girl" voice.  Her little legs (ha! puppers pistons when pushing dirt aside) quickly scampered to the opposite side of the yard to the rear of a rather large tree - and she then peaked from behind to see which way mom was actually headed.  I surveyed the damage with sagging shoulders but a hidden smile at her ingenuity.
So, after a futile "No More Digging" reprimand, I donned the garden gloves, grabbed the shovel and small pitchfork and set about repairing all the Dora Damage. *sigh* 
I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that we'll be playing this little game again, mulch too soon.....

1 comment:

  1. LOL! Our little girl Ginger is very similar in temperament! Must be the diva in them!