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Ok everyone!
Let's hear some funny stories involving your pets. I've got one..
I was hiking through a salt marsh near my previous home in MA with my three dogs a few years ago. Of course, being a salt marsh, there was mud everywhere, but we were following a small deer trail through the flattened marsh grass and could see the main trail directly ahead.
So, stomping along with my camera, taking pictures, I stepped into a sinkhole and sunk to my knee immediately. My momentum caused my next step to sink me up to my thigh and the next thing I knew, I was heading for the ground! All I could think of was protecting my camera, so I lifted it over my head and promptly landed on my *ahem* udders. OW.
What did my three crazy dogs do? The oldest, Heidi - a 50 lb husky/sheperd/golden mix, came running over to see if I was ok and immediately sunk in up to her belly. She was able to pull herself out but now she's black up to her belly and proceeding to hover over me, licking my face to see if I'm ok and pawing at me and making more muddy pawprints all over my clothes!
My male, Cody, a husky/pitbull/shep mix, starts running happy laps all around us, getting completely covered in muck and splashing us with it, too - so now I've got mud in my hair and my face as well as all over my front and up to my thighs, which, by the way, I haven't been able to extricate from the mud yet.
And little Daisy-girl, all 14 lbs of who-knows-what, with her fur like cotton and silk, is also covered in mud and immediately jumps onto my back and starts prancing around like this is some big fun game we're playing! Of course, it's hard to get up when your dog is jumping around all over you, so I had to do a Private Benjamin bivouac move and drag myself on my belly all the way to the trail. Needless to say, we are all covered in black mud and we're all going to need a bath when we get home!
So, back to the car we trudge and on the way home, my legs start to itch maddeningly. All those lovely little micro-organisms in the marsh mud are burrowing into my skin and the thought is enough to practically drive me off the road and into the nearby cow farms, where I would have no doubt flipped us over right in the middle of the cow flops. woo-hoo!
By the time it took me to get home (about 20 min) I was in a big rush to get out of those clothes and into the shower! We all barged up the stairs as fast as we could, me shedding boots and clothes all the way to the door. I had to bathe them all first before I could get cleaned up and I never saw three dogs more happy to be bathed in my life. OF course, the whole apartment was completely trashed by wet dogs, wet towels and muddy clothes. But by and by, a good day was had by all!
OK - your turn!
Let's hear some funny stories involving your pets. I've got one..
I was hiking through a salt marsh near my previous home in MA with my three dogs a few years ago. Of course, being a salt marsh, there was mud everywhere, but we were following a small deer trail through the flattened marsh grass and could see the main trail directly ahead.
So, stomping along with my camera, taking pictures, I stepped into a sinkhole and sunk to my knee immediately. My momentum caused my next step to sink me up to my thigh and the next thing I knew, I was heading for the ground! All I could think of was protecting my camera, so I lifted it over my head and promptly landed on my *ahem* udders. OW.
What did my three crazy dogs do? The oldest, Heidi - a 50 lb husky/sheperd/golden mix, came running over to see if I was ok and immediately sunk in up to her belly. She was able to pull herself out but now she's black up to her belly and proceeding to hover over me, licking my face to see if I'm ok and pawing at me and making more muddy pawprints all over my clothes!
My male, Cody, a husky/pitbull/shep mix, starts running happy laps all around us, getting completely covered in muck and splashing us with it, too - so now I've got mud in my hair and my face as well as all over my front and up to my thighs, which, by the way, I haven't been able to extricate from the mud yet.
And little Daisy-girl, all 14 lbs of who-knows-what, with her fur like cotton and silk, is also covered in mud and immediately jumps onto my back and starts prancing around like this is some big fun game we're playing! Of course, it's hard to get up when your dog is jumping around all over you, so I had to do a Private Benjamin bivouac move and drag myself on my belly all the way to the trail. Needless to say, we are all covered in black mud and we're all going to need a bath when we get home!
So, back to the car we trudge and on the way home, my legs start to itch maddeningly. All those lovely little micro-organisms in the marsh mud are burrowing into my skin and the thought is enough to practically drive me off the road and into the nearby cow farms, where I would have no doubt flipped us over right in the middle of the cow flops. woo-hoo!
By the time it took me to get home (about 20 min) I was in a big rush to get out of those clothes and into the shower! We all barged up the stairs as fast as we could, me shedding boots and clothes all the way to the door. I had to bathe them all first before I could get cleaned up and I never saw three dogs more happy to be bathed in my life. OF course, the whole apartment was completely trashed by wet dogs, wet towels and muddy clothes. But by and by, a good day was had by all!
OK - your turn!
