by Pa Rock
Dog Valet
It was still dark this morning when my son let the big dog, Gypsy, out for her morning constitutional. Gypsy likes to take a brisk run around the property before doing her business in order to learn whether any of her friends have visited during the night and peed on the rosebushes or vehicle tires - and to make note of any other changes that might have occurred since she was last outside the previous evening. This morning she encountered a new creature on the back five close to where the groundhogs like to play during the day. Gypsy didn't know what this little guy was. It looked sort of like a black and white striped cat, so she walked in close for a good sniff.
Gypsy won't be doing that again any time soon. The skunk raised its fluffy tail and managed to spray the big dog right in the face!
Oh, the joys of country living!
Nick, who was in a rush to get to work, managed nevertheless to give his dog a good scrubbing before he left, but remnants of that appalling odor are still lingering in the house three hours later - though it is not nearly as bad now as it was at 6:00 a.m.
Oh, the joys of having pets!
Actually, people don't "have" pets, it's the other way around!
Oh, the joys of being owned by domesticated varmints!
Imagine having pets that would do the shopping, make the meals, look after all of your personal needs, and clean up your messes. Now that would be the life!
Pa Rock is going to quit typing now and go light some incense. It's almost time for him to start preparing his masters' lunches and then take them for their midday walks. A pet's work is never done!
Oh, the joys of knowing your place in the world and accepting your lot in life!
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