Do you recognize this face? It is the face of a very naughty dog called Sandy.
Earlier
this week I was given a small rum filled fruit cake. I tasted a slice
and boy was it yummy and rummy. Later that evening I took a second
slice. It was moreish so I went for a third slice. I found the knife on
the floor, the foil the cake was wrapped in also on the floor and the
cake nowhere to be found. I screamed out in shock and ran to look for
the culprit. Now this cake was oozing with rum and loads of minced dried
fruits in it. Fruits like raisins, prunes, dates and currants. I know
raisins can be fatal to dogs so I hurriedly searched for Sandy.
and found him sleeping soundly on the floor next to the bed. I nudged
him to make sure he was alive. He barely opened an eye and quickly went back to sleep. He was knocked out! How did I know it was Sandy? He is the tallest
dog in the pack, he has been seen with his paws on the kitchen counter
looking to see what was nearby that he can reach. He had done this
before with some ginger snaps I had left on the counter.
On
Friday, I was in the shower when there was a knock on the door, my
husband wanted to know how long had I been in there. A bit perplexed, I told him about fifteen
minutes. He said that there was toilet paper all over the kitchen floor
and it looked like a whole roll. I checked the toilet paper holder and
the roll there was intact. I checked the bag where toilet paper was stored and
one was missing. Someone who was helping me clean upstairs told me that he
heard Sandy barking, when he looked downstairs there was toilet paper
all over the kitchen floor so he alerted my husband.
We
had some friends visiting earlier in the week. We sat around the table
chatting for a while. When they were getting ready to leave my
husband spotted some keys outside on the cobblestones. He asked if someone
had dropped their their keys. My friend checked the table where he had laid his car keys and they were not there. He looked where Chuck my
husband was pointing to and was shocked to see his keys on the
ground. Sandy had disappeared. The keys were still wet.
Nothing is safe around Sandy! Many times a day I am running behind him like a mad woman shouting at him to drop whatever he is carrying. He will stop at some distance and peep at me from the corners of his eyes and then take off whenever I get closer. The gardener's hats, gloves and shoes are not safe. The mason's and carpenter's tools are not safe. And he is still growing! This morning he had the bright idea to wake up my husband in bed with two thumps on the back with his huge paws. What am I going to do with this dog?
P.S.....I forgot to tell you that Sandy goes into the vegetable field next door and brings home discarded cucumbers and eats them. Lately I have been finding green bitten tomatoes around the garden. Now he has brought home a butternut squash! I am thinking of sending him to the market to shop for me.
Wishing you all Good Tidings of Joy this holiday season!
