NASA would consider this a "NEAR MISS"!!
This summer morning was like every other morning. Opened up the eyes. Quick pulse check! Yep! There’s one! Er …Two! No ….one! Cool! Still there? Cool! By the time I get my legs over the side of the bed my Great Dane Gypsy is there for her morning head rub. This has become a daily thing but I can’t find fault because she is a great dog and it is a great way to start the day. For both of us I guess.
I let my Great Dane Gypsy out to smell some stinky stuff , piddle and drop a tactical nuke somewhere near the woods out back. I started telling kids her old poops were bear scat. The woods have been a lot quieter since. This was as cool as the day was gonna get so I stood on the steps breathing the slowly toasting air when she comes running around the garage looking like Secretariat nosing for the Kentucky Derby finish line.
She hits the stairs in a leap and spins in circles wanting the door open. DOIT! DOIT! NOW! NOW! NOW!.... OK OK! I open the door and she is off into the house banging on the door frame in her bezerker haste. I’m figuring maybe she got her butt stung or backed into some briars since she was turning to look at her butt while doing an accelerated Tango through the house. Did she get into my stash? Did the crazy lady shoot her with the “almost” lethal BB squirrel gun! I swear her cat will enter the Twilight Zone if she did! ! (que the weird music “Submitted for your approval….a common cat…etc.)
Then I see it!……….(que the weird music… again!)….Wha?.....She has a second tail! It’s not like her nicely groomed beautifully proportioned lady-like tail! This is a wild mustang tail! Something like Thunderhoof’s tail, a direct descendant of the Spanish Conquistador’s horses brought to this country 2000 years ago has. And Gypsy is not happy it’s there! Noooo! It must be goooone! After all she is a smallish Great Dane and it looks like anytime now the Budweiser Wagon will be pulling up to await the birth of another Monster Clydesdale!
So I get a paper towel then corner and grab her, put her on her back and using the paper towel pull on this abominable second tail. First it gets a little longer, then a little more and then detaches itself from my beloved dog. She looked at me with eyes of forever gratefulness. It must have been the same look in the eyes the lion had for Androcles who removed his thorn. It is immediate relief from Gypsy! I, am also relieved that nothing resembling a foal was attached to the offending scatish (not Scottish!) protuberance. Upon an awkward examination of the stanky item it was revealed to me that it was one of her favorite things in this puppy’s world.
A ROPE TOY!
She had unknotted both ends and removed some of the stitching that I guess is used as a backup keep it together system. (sorry for all the scientific jargon). But failing to remove all of the backup she said "O Well! Down the hatch!” ….not realizing it’s the next hatch would pose a big big problem!
I’ve had many dogs and always hear stories of sox and stuff making the KaKa Kaverns Vacation Trek but never before has I seen it and I somewhat doubted their authenticity. I guess the days of the rope toys are drawing to a close and I must concentrate on her second favorite toy ….der uber KONG BALL!!! I’m just a little worried if she does the same thing with that she could kill somebody!
BTW : I’m throwing away all my rope toys too….its only fair! (evil laugh)
Be Well
AmbergrismOoOn
