I have two dogs right now after recently having said goodbye to our oldest dog. We have a little seven pound guy named Kermit who is a Pomapoo and our Katie, a 25 pound caramel coloured cross between beagle, pug and bull dog. She is simply a beautiful dog.
But she is dumb.
Despite all of our efforts, there is a gap in our fence in the back yard which Kermit frequently uses to escape the confines of the backyard and head into the woods along our property. Katie has been, until recently, too big to fit under it, but it appears that at some point before the ground froze, managed to dig out enough space to also use this route to take off when we let her out.
The dogs love the woods. I can’t say I blame them.
Here is a typical cold day here when it comes to letting the dogs out.
I go into the cold back room (it’s seasonal, no insulation and very cold in winter) and open the second door that leads to the back yard. The dogs go out, go down the steps, off the deck, head to one or two spots they have designated as bathroom spots, do their business and come back up the stairs and inside. Five minute trip at most.
Sometimes they want to explore so, as I watch from the windows, they beeline for the spot of the fence that’s low, sneak under it quicker than they do anything other than come for food, and take off into the woods. It’s winter, I can see them just fine. They are sniffing everything and peeing on trees. Usually they will come back when I call them.
Both are out in the woods. I am on the phone with my daughter Keisha and watching the dogs through the window. I don’t want to wait in the back room because it’s cold but I can still see them through the kitchen windows. I pour myself some coffee and notice that Kermit is coming back through the hole. By the time I get to the door, he is already at it whining. Par for the course. He wants to be outside until the very second he doesn’t and then he turns immediately into a little bitch. I let him in and he shoots past me into the house. No sign of Kate, which is weird, they usually come in together. I call her, notice her in the forest right at the edge. She sees me, but just stands there staring at me.
Whatever, she is so dumb. It’s freezing out and she clearly heard me call her. I go back inside. I minute later I hear her whining, but it doesn’t sound like she is at the door and a quick check tells me she is not there.
I start to give Keisha a play by play.
“I can hear her but I can’t see her” I go back to the back room and open the back door to outside and call her.
I finally spot her.
“You won’t believe this, Kiki, she is sitting on the snow in front of the fence hole whining at it. It’s cold, she probably doesn’t want to belly crawl through it again.”
I can’t say I blame her, I wouldn’t want to either but she won’t come to the back door on the side of the house (which she could easily access, she just has to….walk there….) because she is dumb and I can’t go out and open the gate because the frozen snow has it blocked. I call her again.
“Oh my goodness, Keisha, she is laying on her side and horizontal running through the gap”. I start laughing because it looks so ridiculous. Keisha is laughing. I call Katie again and she comes up to the house but she just stands there outside, on the snow of the deck, staring at me through the open door.
“Come in” I tell her. “come in here.”
Keisha asks me what’s going on and I tell her Katie is just standing there looking at me. I swear I would love to hear what dogs are thinking at times like this, although something tells me Kate’s thought bubbles are hardly riveting reading.
She finally came in the house and went to go sit on her blanket in the living room.
If dumb blonde jokes were ever created for dogs, Katie would be the dog they were modeled on.
I love my dog. I love my beautiful, dumb dog.