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Sunday, October 08, 2006

Excerpt Two from Letters to Elisha Hamilton

The older son has fell into the clutches of the United States Air Force, but we somehow manage to get messages delivered.

On the way up here, Alma had called several times, telling me her current location. At some point, she mentioned fleas. She had seen a couple crawling on the dog’s head, but after looking closer, she found lots more. Her cell phone crackled out the ruinous news.

But she felt bad and promised she would find a vet before stopping by the cave.

We also talked about David adopting the dog, but that was to be wait-and-see. So far, your mom didn’t know anything about a dog.

I confessed the truth after sister left Memphis, and until she arrived, I got the cold, cold stares.

But just wait till you see this little dog, darlin’.

Somewhere along her route, she stopped and purchased a product that promised to kill fleas (reminds me of the hammer-and-ants story). By the time she got here, the fleas were half-finished absorbing the costly merchandise. They were also busy whooping it up and partying merrily, so fleas, dog and cage went outside the cave to live on the deck. There it stayed for several nights while we waited for the parasites to pass out or move, but they hung tough, so I got flea powder to dust him and the cage, too. That turned out to work a lot better.

The last night that he slept outdoors, a few stubborn ones were still around. The next day, David couldn’t find any, which was good for the dog, because overnight temps were expected to drop to near freezing. So Buddy came inside at last. But not knowing his pooping habits, we kept him and the cage in the kitchen.

Night number one went by without problems.

Night two, he whined like a dog so I hollered like my dad.

“Shut that noise up!”

The next morning, I learned why he had howled. Mister Dog went and broke all of the rules by crapping inside his cage. How lovely.

Okay, everybody. Back out on the deck!

14 Comments:

Anonymous Ned said...

It's a good dog that will howl to let you know he needs "outies".

I would start campaigning for the dog's freedom, but from the pictures it looks like he got out of the cage alright.

5:13 AM  
Blogger The Fractal Cat said...

I think we can say with certainty that it is most definitely a Yorkshire Terrier.
The Mother of a friend of mine used to breed them. You could tell the house from three streets away when the little doggies went into yapping mode. In the house there lived twenty four of the little darlings! For such tiny dogs they emit an amount of noise that is out of proportion to their size...

9:00 AM  
Blogger Janus Torrell said...

Sammie was my first indoor dog, normally they were outside unless it was freezing, the dog house melted away from the sun being too hot, or perhaps a tornado or hurricane.

General rules say I can't have a clean house and good furniture until the shedding machine is gone. Thats ok, I like the way I got to place at the moment. Plus she only barks when she hears intruders usually or when I first get home.

12:49 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

I don't get it, Ned. I am the one who let it out, but Buddy likes the wife better.

1:34 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

On this count, I am as happy as a French clam driving a new red solar-powered convertible, Frac: Buddy seldom barks.

But when he does, the sound will astound the ears of all close-by creatures (a small detail that will be examined further in an up-coming letter).

I am not fond of yappie-nitious bricks at all.

1:39 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Now wait...Janus, you mean you used an igloo for a winter dog house?

(I am getting hopefully inspired)

Yuppies have these barking machines now to scare off intruders. Nice deal, Lucile, but to me, there is something about a real dog, stink included, that satisfies the soul.

1:43 PM  
Blogger Gone Away said...

Maybe, but is a Yorkie a real dog...? ;)

7:19 PM  
Blogger Janus Torrell said...

Not an igloo per say but most dogs are pretty tough, a well made and insulated dog house with some heavy duty blankets can be effective. Though if you can see that the weather is zero subzero or particulary dangerous it is best to put them in a safe and significantly warmer garage, I used to keep buddy in the garage with blankets after it started snowing or if the windshield was terrible

8:07 PM  
Blogger sweetpea said...

Ok Harry....now you know that dog is too little to stay outside..he is adorable and those kind of dogs are very smart.remember Tony ?......well this dog will be just as smart but you do need to keep him inside and be patient with him....tell him aunt Jan loves him !! Take him to the vet and get advantage....put it on once a month and no fleas.....also he probably needs to be wormed.Mama Jan has spoken.....lol

9:53 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Little Buddy reminds me more of Pierre than he does Tony.
Always comply with doggie advice from Mama Jan.

2:25 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

I just now saw yer query, Gone. Let's ask Sweetpea. :p

2:29 PM  
Blogger sweetpea said...

Yes it is a real dog.just little and smart !!

10:45 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Gone favors bulldogs, Peas. :p

6:50 PM  
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