Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Prose For The Ages Or Aged Or Somedamnbody
My last two entries never made it to blogdom. AOL locked up once, I lost it all, and BlogSpot locked itself up on the last one, which REALLY ticked me off. It was a pretty good post.
My Dad is doing much better. I'm happy about that.
Now that Dad's stuck in the hospital and headed for a rehab clinic, the dog has been losing weight like crazy from not getting fed leftovers. His old crippled up hips are stronger, his chest is again bigger than his belly, and he looks less like a barrel on legs than he does a dog.
Since Dad moved in, I've not had to worry about him doing one of his "adventures", where he takes off up the street, annoys every dog and many of the people on our street, then crosses over to the next one to disrupt life as they know it.
I did a foot search first, and he had indeed been up the street. This nice lady that's restoring an old house she bought said when she got her new plants out of her trailer, he peed on them, but other than that, he was very sweet and friendly.
I had to go see Dad, and was losing time, so I got in the pickup and headed over to the next street. On my first pass, I didn't see him. Then, it suddenly hit me. ONLY Basher loves sprinklers enough to lay on his back and roll while one soaks him thoroughly. I backed up and, in this exemplary yard with tall sprinklers, a dog was lying on its back twisting to and fro. I waited. The dog finally sat up.
Of COURSE it was mine. I yelled for him and he gave me his smartass grin that means, "Yeah, I did it again. Too bad."
He shook off some of the water, and I made him climb in and sit on newspapers on the way home.
Trouble is, he's too old to punish. I'm afraid to smack his butt, it could hurt him. So I yelled at him. He ignored me, went over to his bed, and flopped down for a nice nap.
Besides, the ex planted some lilies out front that only bloom once a year and this is the week. I gotta get pics of those, see if I can post them alongside of a pic of my freshly-washed dog. He looks about two shades lighter!
IF you see Ming, send her home, willya? She'll be the small brown and blonde foofy dog bumping into things.
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