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the importance of keeping spare
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the importance of keeping spare I've been musing to myself last night and this morning about the importance of keeping spares ...spare everythings; I have spare computers, spare parts, a spare car, probably even spare ribs in the freezer (although I think I may have gotten them during the Clinton administration) ...I was a bit proud of myself last night that despite a near moment of panic, I managed to remember that I even have a spare leash for the dog. One has to understand a few things about me in advance ...my tends to go just about everywhere with me. I think according to the old "Coyote and Roadrunner" cartoons, he'd be classified as canis domesticus rottenius if you wanted to go all scientific and stuff. He's a spoiled as the day is long and you've never seen a mutt that gets a worse case of separation anxiety as when I go anywhere without him. ...so of course I encourage the bad behavior by catering to his whims most of the time (he has me trained well). My mother and I did a little of galavanting around last night, and so (as always) I took him along with me to her place. My mother loves her "grand-dogs" almost as much as this particular grand-loves being "rottenified" by her. He's really sweet (except for when he's not), well-behaved (except for when he isn't), and obeys every given command (that he chooses to hear; which usually only involve the words "treat" or "dinner"); there's also another major catch with him ...and that would be that he doesn't go anywhere without a leash. Who cares if it's the LAW that they have to have a leash on; this rotten guy not only has no concept of the fact that cars are not only MUCH larger than him, but he's also under the impression that they are merely conveyances designed to take him on rides and let him hang his head out their window. No respect for cars at all though; he'd likely jump into any car that opened the door for him too. About the only thing that he loves more than riding in the car is Grandma, so I generally don't need to worry much about putting the leash on just for him to go from the car into her house. Hard to believe that after all these years, I pulled a first last night. I ran off and left his leash on her kitchen table when I headed home; first time in NINE years that I've done that! I've left his leash at MY place before and I keep a spare THERE (as I said ...one drop of the name "Grandma" and he's standing by the car door before I can close the apartment door), but I've never left his leash at her place before. He may well run to the car when the name of "grandma" is invoked, but when we get OUT of the car back at my place, it's a whole different ballgame. He has the attention span of ...well ...it might be slightly better than my own, but not by much (oh, look at the bird!). I really considered just leaving him in the car until Friday (when I next head back to Mom's), but I suspect he may have learned how to hotwire cars somewhere down the line, so I decided I'd better not tempt fate, and try to find an old leash for him. Now in previous posts, I've mentioned that I kind of like clutter. I'm a semi-slob, but generally OCD enough that I usually know where stuff is. I was pretty impressed with myself last night though. His very first leash ...packed away, and hasn't seen the light of day in many years (and two moves), and yet I was able to walk directly to the correct closet, find the correct box (on the first try), open it and remove exactly the correct amount of stuff to get right at it. (This really sounds a lot more impressive when I grudgingly admit that it was even in a box full of old mail ...who besides me could ever come up with a filing system that includes keeping boxes for "old mail and leashes?" ...kinda makes me feel either like some sort of rocket scientist; or more likely, just the worlds biggest goober.) So the neighborhood cars are safe from him (more likely vice-versa), and at least he's safe, even if it's a somewhat shorter leash. They say that dogs resemble their owners ...I'll post a picture of him and let you guys decide.  |
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 That's funny. My dogs know certain words too, "Bye bye" and "Ball" are cause for big excitement!
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LOL Too funny on the picture. I do indeed see the resemblance. My "boy" goes with me everywhere too. Thankfully he really is well behaved. When you have a 146 pound dog you have a lot more problems than chasing cars if he isn't well trained. Witchy
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BTW, I have spare leashes in my car, hanging by the door, and in a basket in the kitchen. One can never have enough leashes. lol
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That's funny. My dogs know certain words too, "Bye bye" and "Ball" are cause for big excitement!
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*bows*  why thank you!
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BTW, I have spare leashes in my car, hanging by the door, and in a basket in the kitchen. One can never have enough leashes. lol  I'm really going to have to put a "plain Jane" leash in the glovebox just in case; I think the "non-reel" types might be in with the kitchen utensils.
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My dog is a brat. Her name is Princess Gabriella Sweetpea. "Gabby" for short. And she knows she is a princess! She is quite the escape artist so there is a leash hanging by the front door, the back door, and the gate. I don't know why I bother because once she gets loose she is nearly impossible to catch. Once that hound dog gets to following her nose she turns deaf and won't even come for a treat. Funny post!
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Mine can actually unlock and open my sliding glass door and let himself out. He doesn't run far though, he goes next door to go swimming in their pond. The first time I came home and found all the dogs (I have 3) outside and my door standing wide open I thought someone had tried to break in and the dogs had scared them off. Then one day I was out working in the yard and saw him let himself out and realized he was the one that had scared me so badly. He's too smart for his own good.
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Mine can actually unlock and open my sliding glass door and let himself out. He doesn't run far though, he goes next door to go swimming in their pond. The first time I came home and found all the dogs (I have 3) outside and my door standing wide open I thought someone had tried to break in and the dogs had scared them off. Then one day I was out working in the yard and saw him let himself out and realized he was the one that had scared me so badly. He's too smart for his own good.
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...having grown up with Depression-era family, I often have to stop myself when I have the urge to save something that's totally worthless. (and I have to stop myself ALL the friggin' time!)
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Glad to see that you're still in the land of the living! Actually ...it was my MOM who came up with the "grand-dog" label! I think it had something to do with the fact that only one of her children bothered to spawn ...errr, I mean reproduce, and those grandkids are 30-ish these days, so she'll take what "pitter-patter of little feet" she can get. I never would have guessed that YOU were a cat person!  I'm actually a bit of one as well; my ex took the two cats when we parted ways and I got the goober (okay ...well maybe HE did); he likes to chase cats if they'll actually run from him, but he gets along with them fine (he and Mom's kitty are best buds).
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I recently heard that Texas passed a law against leaving your dog in a car that's running. I used to leave mine in the car with the AC on & engine running all the time (probably still will when necessary, despite the new law). I always wondered if he might be able to put the car into gear, roll the window down and take himself for a drive ...maybe it DID happen here in TX (?!).
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