| You! Out of the Gene Pool! |
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| 12:00pm 18/10/2007 |
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Wow! It's Thursday again already? SPN Holy Day of Obligation! YAY!
I fed the dogs on the back porch as usual this mornng, and then left them out there for a pretty long time while I finished getting ready for work. Usually, when I open the door and call for them, Kylee's sitting right there on the porch, waiting to come in, and Smokey is off wandering the yard--which sucks because he's absolutely and suddenly deaf as a stone these days, so he can never hear me calling him. Well, today, it had been long enough that Smokey was actually laying on the porch waiting to come in, but Kylee's nowhere in site. So I call for her. Usually only takes her like, ten seconds to scamper up when it's time to come in. There's no sign of her. Now, I KNOW the gate's not open, or else Smokey wouldn't be here. HE'S the one who runs off when it's open, she never does. So I'm like WTF? I'm looking around the yard, and then... my brain tries to process what it's seeing, because it just knows that CAN'T be right...
Let me back up.
We have an in ground pool. This pool was just closed a few weekends ago. We don't have a hard cover or anything like that, just a huge tarp that we secure on all sides with heavy rocks to protect the pool from elements during the winter. We have to vacuum off gallons of rainwater off the top of the tarp in summer, before we can peel it off, but the pool is always PERFECT underneath once we do. So I'm looking for my big ass Rottweiler, wondering where she could have gone to...
My dog's head is sticking up out of the pool. I can see her through the wicker pattern part of the fence. I walk out there and she's just hanging there, holding on to the side of the pool with both paws, her ass sunk out-of-sight-deep in the tarp that's covering the pool for winter. And she can't get out, at all. She's not even trying anymore, so I KNOW she's been there a while. She's just looking up at me with this kinda stoic, slightly curious look, like maybe I'm about to do something interesting, and she doesn't appear at all concerned about her predicament. Never mind that she could have gotten caught in the tarp, pulled into the water underneath and smothered. Never mind that she's obviously too stupid to live for missing the edge. I have to get my 85lb dog out of the pool using mostly my own strength since she has nothing solid to push up from.
Needless to say, by the time I'm done, we're both soaked. The tarp had already started to accumulate rainwater, and her ass was dripping water by the time I got her out.
I love my big, goofy dog SO much. But, Christ. For a breed so supposedly freaking smart, she is exceedingly STUPID sometimes. For the record? Smokey has never stepped over the edge of the tarp. And he's run LAPS around the pool while it was covered. Clearly the pool gate needs to be locked--although my feeling is she probably won't go NEAR the pool again until people are in it next summer. And maybe not even then. |
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| SPN, Dude! |
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| 10:01pm 18/10/2007 |
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DUDE! OMGOMGOMG!!! HFS!
THAT EPISODE ROCKED THE FUCKING HOUSE!
I AM ON PERMANENT CAPSLOCK OF LOVE.
AND OMG! NEXT WEEK!
*FLAILS* *SQUEES*
*DIES OF LOVE* |
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