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Bubba's Korner by Dan Nordine editor
Slim had to take a little training for her job a short time ago. Apparently she’s not as knowledgeable as she would like me to think she is.The training lasted a week which meant I was playing the bachelor role for a short time. After more than 35 years, I learned very quickly that I am not as self sufficient as I once was.
So, for about four days or so, it was just me and Bonnie and Clyde at home.
Me and Odie and Diva.
Me and Attila the Hun and Hazel the Witch.
Me and the Devil times two.
They are Slim’s dogs. The first night she was gone, they ran from the front door to the back door trying to figure out where she was. They ran at break-neck speed through the house running over, and tipping over anything in their path. All the house training disappeared and Odie, who whimpered most of the time she was gone, even threw up on the living room carpet.
This was just the first day. There were three more days to go.
Bonnie, the more level-headed of the pair, settled down the second night. She pretty much returned to her old routine of sleeping under the wing back chair in the living room.
Clyde, on the other hand, took a shine to barking at every little sound that he felt was out of the ordinary. A slamming car door, a passing train, church bells, or even me shutting the bathroom door. (I have to keep the bathroom door shut at all times or Odie will shred every speck of toilet paper he can find.)
Odie has an anxiety problem. He needs to know where Slim is at all times. If he can’t see her, he goes nuts. At this point she has been gone two days, and is going to be gone two more. And all his house training went out the window.
I would take the dogs outside to do their business. I could be out there with them for two hours, and within minutes of bringing them back in the house, Odie would leave me a message piled on the carpet.
It seemed things were becoming more normal by Wednesday, the third night of our adventure. I was even getting a little cocky because they were starting to follow me around just like they do with Slim.
They both like to wander, so we need to tie them up whenever they are outdoors. Normally we have to put them on a leash to bring them out to the chain in the back yard. Then when we bring them back in the house, once again we need to put them on the leash, even though it is only a matter of a few feet to the door, or they run.
By Wednesday night they were behaving pretty well. And I leashed them when I brought them out, but allowed them to run free and follow me when it was time to go back in the house.
Slim called Wednesday night and I was bragging about how I did not need to use the leash when bringing them indoors. I was feeling pretty cocky about it. Then I hung up the phone, went out to get the dogs, released them from their respective tethers, and they promptly disappeared.
They moved so fast, I had no idea where they went. I began walking down the street and found them in a vacant lot sniffing out all of this new territory. I yelled at them, scolded them severely, and they came slinking back. I picked them both up and carried them back to the house.
Once inside, I scolded them some more and they cowered in a corner. They knew they had misbehaved and had this look of shame on their ugly little mugs.
Then Odie got up, ran behind the couch, and left me another message.
I got lucky on Thursday, or should I say Slim got lucky. They cut her training by a day so she came home a day early.
Since she has been home, the dogs have stuck to her like glue, and avoided me like the plague.
That’s the way it should be.
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Bubba's Korner by Dan Nordine editor
Slim had to take a little training for her job a short time ago. Apparently she’s not as knowledgeable as she would like me to think she is.
The training lasted a week which meant I was playing the bachelor role for a short time. After more than 35 years, I learned very quickly that I am not as self sufficient as I once was.
So, for about four days or so, it was just me and Bonnie and Clyde at home.
Me and Odie and Diva.
Me and Attila the Hun and Hazel the Witch.
Me and the Devil times two.
They are Slim’s dogs. The first night she was gone, they ran from the front door to the back door trying to figure out where she was. They ran at break-neck speed through the house running over, and tipping over anything in their path. All the house training disappeared and Odie, who whimpered most of the time she was gone, even threw up on the living room carpet.
This was just the first day. There were three more days to go.
Bonnie, the more level-headed of the pair, settled down the second night. She pretty much returned to her old routine of sleeping under the wing back chair in the living room.
Clyde, on the other hand, took a shine to barking at every little sound that he felt was out of the ordinary. A slamming car door, a passing train, church bells, or even me shutting the bathroom door. (I have to keep the bathroom door shut at all times or Odie will shred every speck of toilet paper he can find.)
Odie has an anxiety problem. He needs to know where Slim is at all times. If he can’t see her, he goes nuts. At this point she has been gone two days, and is going to be gone two more. And all his house training went out the window.
I would take the dogs outside to do their business. I could be out there with them for two hours, and within minutes of bringing them back in the house, Odie would leave me a message piled on the carpet.
It seemed things were becoming more normal by Wednesday, the third night of our adventure. I was even getting a little cocky because they were starting to follow me around just like they do with Slim.
They both like to wander, so we need to tie them up whenever they are outdoors. Normally we have to put them on a leash to bring them out to the chain in the back yard. Then when we bring them back in the house, once again we need to put them on the leash, even though it is only a matter of a few feet to the door, or they run.
By Wednesday night they were behaving pretty well. And I leashed them when I brought them out, but allowed them to run free and follow me when it was time to go back in the house.
Slim called Wednesday night and I was bragging about how I did not need to use the leash when bringing them indoors. I was feeling pretty cocky about it. Then I hung up the phone, went out to get the dogs, released them from their respective tethers, and they promptly disappeared.
They moved so fast, I had no idea where they went. I began walking down the street and found them in a vacant lot sniffing out all of this new territory. I yelled at them, scolded them severely, and they came slinking back. I picked them both up and carried them back to the house.
Once inside, I scolded them some more and they cowered in a corner. They knew they had misbehaved and had this look of shame on their ugly little mugs.
Then Odie got up, ran behind the couch, and left me another message.
I got lucky on Thursday, or should I say Slim got lucky. They cut her training by a day so she came home a day early.
Since she has been home, the dogs have stuck to her like glue, and avoided me like the plague.
That’s the way it should be.