Playing Dead

…the one where I kept getting stopped in the street by concerned neighbours thinking my dog has been run over by a car.

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Baillie, my little black and white Shi-Tzu loves going for walks. He is gun-ho all the way. We stop at every blade of grass to sniff and wizz on. We wave to people on the street and get lots of pats. Doting words of what a cute pooch he is. We may stop right in front of said people, or in the middle of driveways to do a big pooh that looks like Polywaffle chocolate bar – lucky I’m not embarrassed. Kids giggle. Adults pretend it’s not happening and move on. I come prepared with doggie bags and praise him for his ablutions… saves me getting interrupted while working with a warning bark at the back door – Toilet time Mummy!

And that’s how the afternoon walk progresses. Heavy panting and pulling on the lead this way and that. Smell. Wizz. Smell. Wizz. Squirrel!

Playing Dead Pic 02 by Casey Carlisle.jpgUsually we get home before he drinks half a bowl of water and collapses, blissful, satiated. Though on rare occasions, Baillie runs out of steam… and there he’ll sit. Decided he’s had enough. And he’s not movin’. No way. No how. (At which point I start having flashbacks to YouTube clips of owners dragging their dead-weight furbabies along the pavement by the lead.)

Lucky for his miniscule stature and teddy bear nature, I can carry him the rest of the way home with ease.

He loves to be carried. Like a little child at night time, Baillie will always pretend to be asleep so I have to carry him to his bed. Observant to when I start to turn off the lights, he’ll lie down, faking slumber, waiting to be scooped up and placed on his blankie.

But he doesn’t snuggle into you. He hangs there like a wet limp noodle.

So as I’m walking back home from our afternoon walk. There’s Bailie, flaccid in my arms, tongue lolling out to one side. Flopping with each pace. He really looks dead to the untrained eye.

People run up “Oh no! What happened?” Then Baillie’s head will lazily roll to cast a discerning eye – really, the most minimal effort he can muster to satisfy his mild curiosity; to which I have to explain that he is fine and simply tired. Or lazy. Or just wants to be carried. “Goodness I thought your dog got hit by a car or something.” And then he gets pats and scratches… it’s all a big sympathy ploy I’m sure.

Such a baby.

But I love him to bits. And I’d carry him with me anywhere.

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Cows go Moo, Dogs go Woof!

Those of you who follow my blog know I now have three dogs… the new addition of my Mothers puppy into the fold has encouraged some bizarre behavior in the pack.

My dogs weren’t the sanest pair to begin with, but now I just shake my head.

All of a sudden, now when we go for walks, it seems that they think its fine to bark, whine and make this high-pitched keen every time another pooch wanders past. It’s like I have a pack of wild animals on the leash. Not to mention, accompanied with the kafuffle there’s jumping, and wrapping of leads around my legs and I’m standing there like a demented Statue of Liberty with gnashing canines at her feet… So it’s back to “Learn to Walk on a Lead 101” again!

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Apart from the weird excitable keening upon spotting another canine, other strange noises have started to become habitual.

For instance, when one wants some attention; be it for a pat, or food, a bovine moo should be uttered.

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When really excited, and playing tickles, one should pull a face and hiss like Predator! Alternatively you could also turn your head side to side and make a noise like a revving engine.

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Also, if one should get your hair caught in your claw while scratching, or under a chair leg, one should squeal repeatedly as if you are being beaten to death with a blunt object.

The only time I actually hear them make species appropriate noises is when I’m entering or exiting the front door… and it sounds like I have 20 dogs inside barking instead of three.

And now, if they want a pat, they will either sit on your foot or hand… or drop their head and ram it into any crevice in your body they can reach (which is usually my armpit).

 

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And don’t get me started on their weird sleeping positions…

 

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Once more with feeling…

Afflicted with writers’ brain…. more commonly known as an overactive imagination.

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Like the Emmy Award winning episode of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ giving the musical treatment to a genre that you don’t typically associate bursting out in song with – amongst beheading demons and avoiding the pointy end of wooden stakes. I was wondering what some of my favourite books would be like if re-vamped with show tunes.

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Twilight, The Mortal Instruments, The Hunger Games, Divergent, even some of the contemporaries; The Fault in Our Stars,  Flat Out Love, Mara Dyer, and well, Will Grayson sort of already was… there are so many scenes where bursting out into song would appear camp, or just wrong. I was chortling to myself while in the waiting room to visit the dentist.

Trying to avoid the stares from others seating nearby at my spontaneous outbursts of laughter I couldn’t help picturing other real life situations, like say your at the Gynaecologists and the doctor breaks into song…

 

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I wish my news was nice

        But in fact my dear…

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Or even better you are out walking your dog and he decides to take a crap… and a duet ensues!

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This is so embarrassing

        Look at me poo

        Here comes a cute boy jogging

        ….. poo ….

        Not so entertaining

        Morbid and disgusting

        Vulnerable and compromising

         I really should get moving

        But my dogs’ bowls are evacuating

         Thoroughly disturbing

        Do something distracting

        The cute boy is smiling

         It’s squishy and it’s smelling

        There’s no way of telling

         If that boy thinks I’m amusing

        With my dog who is pooping

         Why o why is this happening

        The cute boy is passing

        I FINISHED MY POOOOOOOO!    … Oh, a bee!

        That’s relieving…

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I could go on and on… I was in that waiting room for an hour – do you know how many situations you can dream up in that time?

Keep laughing, keep writing…

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