Thursday, January 04, 2007

Sore subject

Oh dear. I mean, hmm. How to put this delicately...

So I was at Yolanda's house today and accidentally let two of the dogs out when I opened the gate. They ran off down the street to play with the other dogs in the neighborhood - not the first time, and surely not the last. Nobody was too concerned about it.

Twenty minutes or so later, some of the kids on the street came to the gate calling for Yolanda, saying Junior was stuck.

Yeah, that kind of stuck.

He had jumped up and wormed through the gate of a neighbor's house in order to court the alluring young thing in their yard. The bars of the gate are six or seven inches apart and he's a very small dog, so that wasn't a problem. The gate doesn't go all the way down to the ground, but rests on a concrete wall that came up to about my knee. No deterrent to a dog of any size, and particularly not to this particular canine Houdini.

Having attained his copulatory objective, Junior apparently determined that it was time to move on. Unfortunately, the lovely lady, with whom he retained a close personal relationship, declined to follow.

Our more sensitive gentleman readers may wish to avert their eyes for a moment here...

So when I stepped out of Yolanda's gate and looked up the street, I saw a small black dog dangling, head down, between the bars of the gate, his front paws not quite reaching the sidewalk, his rear legs all akimbo, and his manly bits firmly affixed to an even smaller white dog who had no intention of tumbling backwards through the gate and down to sidewalk level. I lifted him up just as the forces uniting them gave way.

OK, you can look now!

Now really. Nature is all kinds of subtle and miraculous. Is this really the best she could do by the canine species? And if for some reason it just has to be this way, couldn't there be some special hormone released that would, just for those few minutes, encourage even the most doltish of dogs to just stay put?

And yet? The little fool was fine. No muss, no fuss, no PTSD. Go figure.


Kit January 04, 2007 11:47 PM  

That did make me giggle too! Our dogs did the same thing to us but without the complication of the gate, they always seem so hurt and surprised that this could be happening to them, and end up in complete tangles of legs.Why don't they just stay put?

Dad January 05, 2007 6:04 AM  

So, where was your camera?????????


Jennifer January 05, 2007 9:57 AM  

Alas, it was not present.

Plus, of the dozen or more people watching this little drama unfold, I was the only one inclined to go and lift Junior up so he was no longer dangling by things that, as a rule, aren't meant to bear the weight of one's entire body.

Julie January 05, 2007 10:35 AM  

Ha! And youch.

Laylabean January 05, 2007 11:58 AM  

That is hilarious! Poor doggies! I actually never knew that could happen to dogs. How did I grow up on a farm and never learn this? My parents didn't like dogs, we never had them around.

Erin January 05, 2007 2:27 PM  

Poor dogs. Both of them should, by rights, have been terribly traumatized by that. But it also sounds like once should have taught him the lesson, so maybe he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer? :) Thanks for the chuckle!

Jennifer January 05, 2007 2:32 PM  

It's not actually the same dog as that other post, although I think they are half-siblings, now that you mention it.

But as for sharpness and drawers, I will say that this particular dog's scent-marking gene is hard wired to the extent that he will pee on anything left at ground level. Including the shoes of guests. While the guests are wearing them.

meredith January 06, 2007 1:04 PM  

Ah, that's funny! Poor guy, maybe he'll look for bigger girlfriends from now on.

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