RE: Sat. morning in the cool house with missj (week 15)
Very touching story, gotta love dogs, while we are on dog stories, here's a funny one my brother wrote or claims to have written - no reason to doubt him except that he's my older brother.
Damnit Dogs story
As you may know, my 21 year old son Jon decided I needed a companion last Christmas and presented me with a 6 month old black Lab mix named Rocky (although he responds better to Damnit Dog). My major concern in accepting Jon’s gracious present was the question “Am I mature enough to be responsible for a dog”? Well as it turned out, I have been somewhat capable, right up until yesterday.
Yesterday, Damnit Dog decided he needed some exercise so we ended up at the dog park in Warner Park. There were quite a few dogs in the park, more than I cared for (in the future, Damnit Dog and I will go during the week). After watching him run for over an hour, I decided it was time to go and called him to walk with me to the gate. Upon arriving at the gate I put his leash on, walked to the truck and drove home. He appeared to be quite tired on the ride home, rightfully so after running with the big dogs. I fed him, gave him water, put him outside and proceeded to head to the Ridge to drink a few cold ones, have fun watching the race and eat dinner. I got home around 9:00PM. I was a little surprised that Damnit Dog did not meet me at the garage door as he normally does. I didn’t give it to much thought as I figured he was still tired from all that running. He was in the backyard and came in the house when I called.
Sitting in my Mother of all Lazy Boys, I began to notice subtle things about Damnit Dog. He was exploring the house like he had never been here, going from room to room, sniffing at everything. I called him thinking he needed some affection (I have been out every night since last Tuesday) and began rubbing his belly.
That’s when I noticed it. Damnit Dog had lost the white star on his belly. In fact, after further assessment I came to the conclusion that Damnit Dog was in fact not DAMNIT DOG. How could that be? What happened to Damnit Dog? Who was this impostor?
My comment to Jon at Christmas time came back to haunt me, I am not mature enough to be responsible enough for a dog. I realized that I had brought a dog home from the park who was posing as Damnit Dog. He answered to Damnit Dog, he calmly let me put his leash on, he got up into the truck, he ate Damnit Dog’s food, he immediately went through Damnit Dog’s doggie door in the garage to go in the back yard, for all practical purposes he was Damnit Dog…. But he was not Damnit Dog. He was a total impostor.
I didn’t sleep too well last night because of the imposter in my house. I don’t think he did either.
This morning, after calling every animal hospital in Nashville and Williamson County, I located the impostor's true owner. His name was Solo and he belongs to a nice young couple in Creve Hall. It seems they had taken Damnit Dog home. They discovered they had too had the wrong dog when they noticed his white star. We met earlier today, traded dogs and had a great laugh.
End of Damnit Dog’s story.
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