It was bound to happen. How many times have I complained about the horrid holiday attire from the Dollar Store. And the fact that we canines are subjected to wearing these things for photo shoots. Well. Apparently, a pit bull type dog in Florida did NOT want to wear his Christmas sweater. And he protested. In a BAD way. He went crazy and started attacking his owners. When my human saw the headline - "Dog attacks family members as owner tries to dress him in Christmas sweater" she had a chuckle. But on reading the details, the story isn't QUITE so funny. Several people were injured and so was the dog. In fact I'm not sure what happened to him in the end - although I know the police came and took him away. When you read the story, though, you see that this was not an ordinary case of a ticked off family dog. The dog had only been adopted a month before - and his name was Scarface. Hello? Who tries to put a Christmas sweater on a dog named Scarface??? Seems to me those humans were asking for trouble. Mind you - no one wants to see people OR dogs hurt. Tsk tsk.
Speaking of dressing us - my human had to make a wardrobe decision yesterday morning...
When the alarm went off at 5AM, NONE of us moved. None of us canines anyway. Not a muscle. We're not deaf. We heard the pouring rain and the gale force winds. We pretended we were still sleeping. Even the FG, in his crate, kept his feet in the air, lying there quietly. Now he doesn't actually mind rainy weather - but he is learning to take cues from us PONs.
My human dressed in her rainwear and she had to make the supreme decision. Dress us in rainwear - which ACTUALLY might make us poop more slowly, because we are so busy paying attention to our attire - or let us go out naked. She opted for the latter. Elroy was first. He wasn't out with her very long at all - maybe 5 minutes. Mind you, he didn't REALLY care about the rain. He just didn't like the gale force winds rattling the fence - and the sounds it made. I was next. I slowly dragged myself around the house and into the backyard. And I stood and pitifully stared at my human. "Hurry up," she begged. So back and forth I walked. Back and forth. Finally results. And we RACED back into the house. And then it was Velcro dog's turn. My human stood in the hallway, dripping water everywhere. But Velcro dog had seen Elroy and I when we walked in and he was having NO part of it. My human called to him to put on his leash. He stood and stared at her - just out of reach from the water hugger mat she was standing on. She called again. He stood and stared like she was speaking a foreign language. She finally stepped toward him - off the mat. And he stepped backwards. She made a lunge and had him. Dragging an obstinate PON out a doorway when it is raining - well the scene would make a great comedic video. And Velcro dog's poop time? WORLD record. I don't think he was out there 30 seconds. He was practically pooping in the doorway.
Just so you have an idea of how WILD it was out there...after we had our poops, my human decided to drive up to the road to get the paper -because she had discovered when she was out with the FG that under the puddles there was a film of ice. She realized it was icy because she was wearing her rubber boots. And they slide VERY easily. She found herself shouting "Whoa" to Elroy, who doesn't listen to anything - so it didn't really make a difference. Thankfully she slid to grassy ground.
So she drove up to get the paper and squinted to see where the HUGE green organics bin was that she had dragged up to the road the night before. It was gone. Into the ditch. Spilling the contents of Christmas turkey bones and other organics all around. Those green bins are HEAVY. So it really was windy. She climbed down into the ditch (wearing her trusty headlamp - because it was still dark out), in the gale force winds and pouring rain and attempted to pick up fermenting organics that had been wrapped in newspaper, which were now soaking wet. Let's just say it was not a happy start to the morning. Actually, I take that back. Two PONs and one human were pretty wet and grumpy but one Picard was happily smiling. In fact, he always smiles and he's always happy. Probably because he is planning his next bit of mischief. Mind you, at least SOMEONE in the household is there to provide much needed comic relief. Yup. That's why I keep him. He's always on the go. I think I'll call him Whirlwind now. It fits him - and the weather.
Have a good one.
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