Morrie Takes off and Brings the Road Home with Him!!!!
It’s true. When Pepe came to give me my massage today, he opened the door and all three dogs ran out! After two months of never escaping when the construction guys were in and out dozens of times a day, suddenly they asserted themselves and were long gone–not a whisper of a tailfeather was in view in any direction by the time I got out in the street to call for them. I didn’t know whether to fear that they’d gone up the mountain or to be glad. No cars up there and fewer dogs than in the streets. So, nothing to be done. I decided to leave them alone ’til they came home, wagging their tails behind them. An hour and a half later, that’s what they did. The first two to enter were fine, but this is what I saw when Morrie entered!
First thing he did was make right for the water bowl.
A one-and-a-half-hour run in the mountains sure makes a Laird thirsty!!!
I couldn’t help but notice the splint-like accumulation on his leg.
not to mention the sizeable limb of some sticky weed, complete with tiny tenacious bristles all over it and flower abloom.
Oh yes, those little decorations all over his head were sticky as well, and had no desire to be shed.
Contrast Morrie to his brother’s pristine coat!
The “limb” looked like a sunbather using Morrie’s coat to attract the sun’s rays–a sort of solar hothouse!
Ah, Morrie. Always a new thrill. I got the limb off, in pieces, before he took off to tussle with Diego. When I fed them, I got a few more pieces removed, then noticed that some scraped off as Diego and Morrie rolled and growled and wrestled and did their usual hi-jinx. I went back to party preparations. (Pictures to follow.)
I have neglected to say that the doggie domain is almost finished. Today they primed the walls and they reflect so much light into the hall now that I’m tempted to leave the walls white. Dare I? It looks beautiful, even in the chalky transluscent white of the primer. I put the fridge in and the two cages with beds inside and Frida’s bed which almost entirely take up all the floor room. I left the outside door to it open and a half hour ago, heard noises and went in to find Diego in Frida’s bed and Morrie in Diego’s bed in Diego’s cage! I couldn’t persuade them to switch back to their own bunks, so we’ll see what happens when Frida comes in. No lights connected, so I can’t take a picture! Perhaps I’ll try with flash.
Happy Thanksgiving! Tomorrow before the guests come, I plan to put Diego in the doggie domain, Morrie (and his bed) in the little dog run outside the spare bedroom and Frida in the garage with her bed while the guests are here. One guest asked if she could bring her dog and I said I thought there would be pandemonium enough with my three.
Looks innocent, doesn’t he?
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 