Not So Innocent
Don’t get me wrong, I love my hound dog, I really do.
I know I complain about him a lot.
But he really needs a personality change.
It all started a couple weeks ago. Well actually it probably started a really long time ago and we just found out about it then. My Christopher, Cade and I were on a little spring break trip to Cincinnati.
We received a phone call from my older son Cory that when he arrived home from work that evening there was a business card placed on our door from Brad at the sheriffs department. That we need to call him during normal business hours regarding our dog.
Great, so we are out of state and our dog is making a ruckus while we are gone.
The next morning My Christopher calls Brad (whom is also a neighbor of ours).
Brad informs him that Tucker has been coming over to his back yard and barking his head off in the middle of the night waking everyone up. Not only this, but he has also been getting into other neighbors trash.
So now what are we going to do?
Of course My Christopher told Brad we would take care of things as soon as we were back home.
. . . . . . .and that he did.
Our crazy coon dog is now tied up on a 50ft lead every night and on trash days.
This has been going fairly well, occasionally we come home and find he’s wrapped himself around a tree but he’ll be sitting patiently waiting for us to come home from work in the mornings to let him off.
Then there was last night.
Last night I wanted to strangle my poor doggy.
It was raining, he was barking and it was 1am in the morning.
I went outside and found Tucker had managed to wrap his lead around the supports under the porch. So there I was getting completely covered in mud freeing my crazy dog so he would shut up and not freeze to death in the rain.
I go back to bed.
I am awakened again by my sweet loving dog barking his freaking head off.
It is now raining and snowing and around 30 degrees, not to mention 3 o’clock in the freaking morning.
This time he is wrapped around the tree and by the time I get out to him he is lying innocently on the walkway looking up at me with the saddest expression. How is it the dog only goes one way around the tree? Why can’t he go the other direction and unwrap himself?
Okay so he was so full of love for me unwrapping him that he was rubbing up against my legs with his drenched back and side, as if I wasn’t getting wet enough just being outside.
He slept on the porch and didn’t budge an inch the rest of the night.
. . . .as for me I shivered and tried warming back up for an hour, finally gave up then played on facebook for awhile. All the while listening to my youngest boy making weird noises and giggling in his sleep.
I think he was laughing at me.
