Crime and Punishment II

Who was supposed to get punished here, I keep asking myself. True to my word, I trapped Duke in my bathroom, where there is less room, for his bath. Getting into the tub was not going to work so I did the job with a wash cloth and rinsed him with towels. Then took him to Hermann Park. My friend Tom used to take his lab there and Hank would dive in the water. Duke only wanted to wade in the shallow, dirty, smelly part. So I picked him up and we got in the fountain where 4 big jets of water shoot up. It is understatement to suggest that Duke was not happy but he was clean. I was soaked and got scratched but the deed was done and now he is all clean, though not very happy about it.

Crime and Punishment

While I was waiting for Centerpoint to turn on the gas for winter, you-know-who escaped through the open door. Great! I couldn't go after him because the gas man wanted to check the appliances (all electric) and run a leak test. When I did go after him in the car, he was no where to be found. I found him 3 blocks from home but he was having no part of getting in the car and ran to the park. Mona's owner let her out and Duke was doomed. When we arrived home, he didn't want to get out and moved to the front seat which required me to lift him out of the car. He was banished to the backyard for the afternoon. He must have gone crazy because his water bowl was upside down. His reward for all of this is a bath.

Duke in the Rain

Duke almost got his death wish Tuesday. It was raining, hard, deep puddles in the sidewalk. He went 2 houses, peed and turned around, happy to be out of the rain. Then it occurred to me that the newspapers were probably soaked so I went out after them. STUPID STUPID STUPID!!! Out the door he flies! Races down the street. Why does he wants to race in the rain when he doesn't want to go 100 feet to pee in it I do not know. When he is racing he looks like a greyhound. Head on he hops with his front legs spread wide. I yelled after him. I was not going to give chase the way the rain was coming down and he comes flying back, racing past me. He was really liking being able to run up and down the street in the rain where previously he didn't even want to go out in the backyard I had taken his leash off so there was nothing to grab or, in this case, stand on. Finally I got in the car and drove to the corner where he wanted to play some more but got the message. I opened the rear car door but he went around. I went around and opened the passenger rear door then looked around for him only to find him in the front seat. I was a wet and unhappy camper because all this took place while I should have been getting ready for work. His response to my berating was to help dry me off after my shower.