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Betrayal

Feb 23, 2008 - 0 comments
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Doc Holliday had his first full day of being without his full pack since we adopted him in January.  Hubby and I went to Cuzn Susan's place near Seguin, TX to celebrate his mom's 87th birthday.  Janie is an absolute dynamo by the way, and a heck of a lot healthier than I am.  Drat!

Susan's property is way off the beaten path in a very rural area, where she has 13 dogs and 3 horses of her own, along with another 2 horses and one donkey who share one of her pastures.  And here I thought I had a circus at my house.  NOT!  Horses and everything about them make me happy - the way they look, the way they smell, even their poop smells good.  Come on, it's just recycled grass and grain, so don't go getting all grossed out about a little horse poo.  What can I say?  There's just nothing like stomping around fragant mounds of horse poo with a doggie escort through a pasture full of horses to put a smile on my face.  

Tanner is Susan's gorgeous quarter horse stud, and this was the first time I've been able to meet him.  Frankly, I don't care for stallions.  Most of them are downright dangerous in the wrong hands, and I know my limits.  But Tanner?  What a big baby!  All you have to do is scratch the "sweet spot" under his belly, and you've got a friend for life.  He's the friendliest horse I've ever known - hands down winner in the personality department.

Jack is an Australian Shepherd of Susan's, and another Mr. Congeniality contestant.  Hubby and I had no idea that Jack has only a couple of people in his life that he will allow to touch him.  He doesn't bite or get aggressive.  He just circles around just out of hand's reach and laughs while people plead with him to come over for a pet.  Well, nobody told us that, so we treated him the same way we do our own dogs.  It didn't take long before we were both on the ground petting, scratching and rubbing old Jack from snout to tail.  By the end of the day, we had him splayed out in our laps and sucking up on us the same way Maggie and Doc do.  Susan and her neighbor Karen couldn't get over it.  They always prided themselves on being Jack's favorite people, and they've been usurped!

What a great day!  I wallowed in horses, donkeys and dogs; got incredibly filthy; had a great visit with Cuz and Janie; and it ended far too quickly.  Two and a half hours of battling traffic on I-10, we finally got home.  From the driveway we could hear Doc and Maggie baying through the house, followed by some incredible noise at the dog door.  Ooops!  They hit the door at the same time and... stuck.  :-O  And no, nobody got hurt, but I think Hubby has a new line on the Honey-Do list: bigger dog door.

Both dogs ran straight to us and then stopped dead with eyes wide open and noses twitching madly.  Since I was the more oderiferous parent, I was treated to a thorough, head-to-toe nasal examination.  Nope, dogs have no need for speech.  They made their opinion very clear.  "You did all that today and left us HOME?"  ...sniff sniff sniff...  "And you cavorted with foreign dogs?  Mom!  How COULD you?!!"  If I had a tail it would have been tucked firmly between my legs.  Guilty as charged.  Showering calmed them down, but I can see I'll have to do laundry before they completely forgive my transgressions.  And just why am I the one getting all the heat anyway?  Shouldn't the blame for this betrayal be shared by their father too?  I'm just sayin...

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