Son brought Bosco Dog over Friday night to spend the weekend with Fio and Husband. Inkspot's coat was glistening black and he was strutting with pug-nacious self-importance. But by the time Son picks him up this evening, Sonia will have dusted him up some and cut him down to size.
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Sonia's appetite evolved from power cords and window sills to shoes and wood carvings, then on to foot-long rawhide bones, and that's where Fio hopes it will stay for a while. Doggie demands a new bone every day, and they're rather expensive--but less so than power cords and shoes.
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You've never lived till you've come out of Home Depot and walked toward your car, where Husband and Doggie await, Husband in the front seat and Doggie in the back, with her big mastiff face hanging out the window, smiling at you. If everyone were as nice as dogs, this world would be a better place.
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Monday, August 27, 2012
Backyard Safari
We have a hunter in the house, a mighty hunter who stalks the night, seizes his prey, and carries it off to his lair.
No, it's not Sonya, the mastiff, who has the equipment to do some mighty seizing herself, but Bosco, the pug, who last night chased down an errant frog hopping hell for leather down the backyard toward the pond.
Froggie never made it.
When Fio and Husband called Sonya and Bosco in for the night, Bosco didn't appear. Panicked, Fiorella ran outside into the darkness and checked the gate to the yard to be sure it was locked while Husband grabbed two big flashlights. Sonya started barking at the narrow area between the barbecue and the fence, Bosco's favorite hidey hole, so Husband shone the light down into the darkness. Sure enough, there was Bosco, growling fiercely, with a dead frog hanging from his mouth.
Oh, yuck.
Fiorella took over the flashlights while Husband began poking at Bosco with a metal leaf broom to get him to give up his prey. Sonya, of course, barked the whole time--she wanted the frog.
The story ended happily. Husband pried Bosco out of his den and flipped Froggie out of the yard, and Fio herded both dogs back into the house for the night.
But Bosco strutted.
No, it's not Sonya, the mastiff, who has the equipment to do some mighty seizing herself, but Bosco, the pug, who last night chased down an errant frog hopping hell for leather down the backyard toward the pond.
Froggie never made it.
When Fio and Husband called Sonya and Bosco in for the night, Bosco didn't appear. Panicked, Fiorella ran outside into the darkness and checked the gate to the yard to be sure it was locked while Husband grabbed two big flashlights. Sonya started barking at the narrow area between the barbecue and the fence, Bosco's favorite hidey hole, so Husband shone the light down into the darkness. Sure enough, there was Bosco, growling fiercely, with a dead frog hanging from his mouth.
Oh, yuck.
Fiorella took over the flashlights while Husband began poking at Bosco with a metal leaf broom to get him to give up his prey. Sonya, of course, barked the whole time--she wanted the frog.
The story ended happily. Husband pried Bosco out of his den and flipped Froggie out of the yard, and Fio herded both dogs back into the house for the night.
But Bosco strutted.
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