Life, Liberty, & the Pursuit of Smelly Things: Dog-Sitting Report 2
Tuesday, December 19
Today was a boring day for Mercy. Mostly, it was because I was silly enough not to tie my sneakers properly yesterday, resulting in a big blister on my heel, which in turn caused a lack of walks for Mercy. I took the opportunity to collect the muddy toys from the yard and wash them; they cleaned up fine. I even resurrected the bedraggled stuffed fish which, minus the tail, is actually still usable. The rest of the reason is because I spent a lot of time cleaning, and Mercy (who is mistrustful but not afraid of the vacuum) didn't find it all that interesting.
Oh, and here's something funny:
This is Mercy, fast asleep and curled tight in our 65-degree basement.. Or, as I like to call it, here's Mercy, "doughnutting". Or maybe "doghnutting". Haven't quite figured out which neologism to use yet.
See the similarity?
Don't worry, I won't eat the dog, not even during my most intense sweetness cravings. Promise!
Wednesday, December 20
If a boy becomes a man when he kills his first lion, does that mean a dog becomes a... uh, big dog, when he kills his first rabbit? If so, welcome to the adult world, Bear!
I didn't think such a gawky juvenile as Bear would be able to chase down a rabbit; but when I came outside with Mercy this morning, Bear was enthusiastically devouring raw rabbit. The smell, of course, led Mercy straight to him, upon which he growled ferociously at us. Thanking my lucky stars I had Mercy on a leash, I pulled her back and a fight was prevented. Bear's wolf ancestry must be teaching him how to hunt... let's just hope he doesn't also howl at the moon; that could annoy the neighbors!
We had a walk in the evening. Mercy was quite fascinated with the folks soliciting newspaper subscriptions in my neighborhood--that curious/scared/friendly way she feels about strangers.
We played tug-of-fetch in the afternoon. That's the game in which Mercy prolongs the handing over of the knotted rope she fetches by refusing to give it up--but she conveniently lets me get one end so that we can tug for possession of it! I think she slid about halfway across the basement floor in her enthusaism.