Saturday, July 10, 2010


It was with some trepidation that I loaded up my truck and pulled out of the yard without my dogs.  I was off to Calgary for a work related training session.  Normally when I'm away my mom takes care of my furry family, but this time she was off acting as a nanny for my sister-in-law who has a one month old and is in the process of finishing up her graduate course work.  

This meant my dad would have to be my pet sitter.  Anyone who knows my father knows that he has his own unique way of doing things and viewing the world.  What this translates into for me is how I deal with things and see things is not how he sees things.  He is, to put it bluntly, not the most reliable person around the animals.  So with butterfly's in my stomach I left my treasured animals in his care and drove off.  The sight in my rear view mirror was of him holding Reba's collar to keep her from following me.  

When I came home it was to a suspiciously stinky dog, (Tessa is a consummate manure roller.) and all animals with intact limbs.  My fears and worries were for naught as everything seemed to have survived their stint in his care.  (And yes, I did thank him...)

1 comment:

Prairie Rose said...

Hello From Idaho!
Just came across your blog and am enjoying reading it!
I love what you said about Tessa,your 'manure-roller' dog:)
Grew up on a farm and always had lots of animals around and am always rescuing animals that others just 'throw away'.
Always been interesting in the Dog Trials,so I look forward to reading more of your blog:)