Sailor and Zoe here.
Another exciting weekend! Yesterday I got to be a hero and save HissSpit's life! Zoe, me and Mom were outside running around, well, Zoe and I were running around. I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to Mom, though I do check on her every minute or so. Suddenly there was a commotion on the deck. Zoe had cornered HissSpit who was hissspitting away and waving her feet at Zoe. Zoe had a bloody nose and a bloody tongue. I ran up barking with excitement. Zoe grabbed HissSpit. I grabbed Zoe. Zoe let go of HissSpit. I let go of Zoe. Zoe grabbed HissSpit again. By this time Mom had made it up onto the deck and grabbed Zoe. Better her than me, I thought, she is our leader. HissSpit ran up a tree. Mom made sure Zoe had only minor wounds and put her in the dog run and went to see if HissSpit was OK. She was. I would not have let anything bad happen to her. It's my job to keep my flock safe if Mom isn't right there to do it. So I am a hero! Mom was so proud.
And today, while we were doing toadstool plucking, I walked next to Mom and every time she bent over to pluck, I lay down. Mom thinks it's because I am being very careful not to give her another Zoe goggle like last weekend. It's really because I don't want her to bash me in the head like last weekend. That hurt! But Mom can think I am still in my hero mode if she wants to. I may get an extra chicken gizzard tonight.
This morning started out really exciting, too. Mom went out to the dog yard to pick up after me and Zoe. She brought a plastic grocery store baggy with her. Unbeknownst to her, it had a big hole it. You should have heard her! I was thrilled. She said that the only thing worse than sticking your hand into dog poop was sticking your hand into freezing dog poop. Mom is a little obsessed with dog poop since she started giving me chicken wings. She told Zoe that she was swearing like a Sailor. Should I be insulted?
Sailor, Hero Dog of California |
