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Sally
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Just to let you know what fills my days---important stuff.
My new dog Sally (SO NAMED BECAUSE SHE WAS THE FIRST TO "SALLY-FORTH" FROM THE LITTER) is 51/2 months old and of indeterminant geneology. She is possessed with boundless energy and appetite and has not learned that everything doesn't need to be chewed by her--and she has a good start on chewing everything in the house. For over a week she has managed not to mess up the house and to save that sort of thing for outside activities and I had come to the conclusion that we had crossed a major hurdle
in her training but last night I had a guilty conscious I guess and did not get to sleep until about 3 AM and thus missed the usual 4 AM invitation for her to cruise the back yard and I awoke at 5:30 AM and instantly knew that I was late on putting her out. So I had that to clean up just before breakfast and then asked both dogs if they wanted to go to the vast postal hub of Dennis TX to mail some articles and they acted very excited about that . We went outside and I arranged the sheet which covers the back seat of the SUV and the German Shepherd (Sara) jumped into the car and lay down across the full back seat which left no place for Sally except the floor of the car. Sally considered this a social snub and even though she has been following my commands to the letter for several weeks now she decided that she would NOT go in the SUV nor would she go in the house nor would she come within several feet of me. Sara and I started off for The trip to Dennis and she decided that she would follow a pied. So I turned around and drove back home and coaxed her into the house and into the back yard which is securely fenced (I hope). Sara and I went on to Dennis and did our mailing and returned to find Sally a chastened and responsible dog who after drinking vast amounts of water went into my study/bedroom and lay down on a battered and chewed old blanket which is her normal sleeping place and I went about my business of washing dishes and clothes and watching TV but after about an hour or so felt that I should check on Sally and compliment her on her status as a "good dog". When I went into the bedroom it was instantly obvious that no compliments were necessary. The room reeked of all manner of canine excrement which was hidden from view by the tattered remains of two boxes (large boxes) of band aids which I had purchased the day before to cover up the scratches on my arms from where Sally had jumped up and called something to my attention wiuth her razor sharp claws. Sally crawled under the bed and refused to discuss the matter.I got the mop and a mop bucket and spent the rest of the morning cleaning up my bedroom and used up two bottles of air freshener trying to make the bedroom smell a little different. By this time it was lunch and for some reason I just wasn't very hungry and I lay down in another bedroom and read on a mystery story. About this time it started to rain and both dogs were afraid of the thunder and did their best to convince me that they should get ON the bed--but discipline prevailed and so they both got under the bed.
So see my life is not all roses and pink lemonade. I am still determined to make responsible citizens of Sally. Sara helps and usually comes to tell me when Sally is doing something wroing. I am considering cleaning my shotgun tonight
Love
dad, granpa, ami
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