A SUMMER HOLIDAY - 2005 - PART TWO

Blind-sided!

The Scene:

Our current RV has a nice big table located beside an equally nice big window. The view out the window is usually quite entertaining. The Circus has taken to standing or sitting on the table, watching the world go by or the ducks on the lake or the squirrels in the trees. This, naturally, occurs during our absences from the unit since table-sitting is not encouraged. Our big rescue girl, Ms Pix, was even found catching 40 winks there once this summer. (Unfortunately, the male alpha bellowed at her before I could grab the camera! Pix was so startled she turned a panicked somersault while scrabbling her way down.)

Angie

We have been accosted at various campsites by well-meaning individuals who point out that there is "a dog on your table!" We shrug and say blandly, "Oh, yes, that's just one of the Airedales!"

I might mention that the window beside the table is adorned with an elegant Venetian blind.

The Event:

One day, up in the Klondike, Jim & I took Angie & Ms Pix for a walk, leaving Littlest Lunatic & Pifflesqueak behind for the next set of outings. I arrived back first with Ms Pix. When we got to the door, we heard strange scrabblings & clatterings. Oh oh!

Unlocked the door and whipped it open -- there was Littlest Lunatic, looking extremely embarrassed. Her eyes were rolling, her ears were tied in a knot and she was singularly put out. Around her neck was . . .

. . . the Venetian blind from the window by the table!!!

She had her head stuck through the slats and was visibly put out. Every time she moved, the blind clanked formidably and tangled with her paws. She was growling crossly at it. The blind, of course, paid no attention at all.

Ms Pix looked astonished. She seemed to think that LL had grown some sort of evil horns and was highly suspicious of LL's new headgear. She promptly started to yell at Littlest Lunatic. This was clearly the last straw as far as LL was concerned. She stamped her fuzzy little feet and began to cry.

LL

Me? Well, I fell about laughing my head off! There really is nothing more absurd than an Airedale in a colossal pickle trying to throw a temper tantrum. Clearly, LL had been standing on the table and had meddled with the blind. Very typical of LL, after all! She definitely deserved her momma exploding with laughter.

Once I managed to quell my hysteria, I pried LL out of her new necklace and attempted to scold her. Impossible. How do you scold a dog that has just made you laugh like a ninny? BAD [snort] [chuckle] DOG [guffaw]!!!

Mortified, Littlest Lunatic flounced up to the bedroom and buried herself in the duvet. Ms Pix tiptoed into the RV, giving the vile blind a wide berth.

LL

The alpha male, when told of LL's transgression upon his return, roared, "She did WHAT?" and then commenced to howl with laughter himself. Thoroughly peeved by everyone's reaction, Littlest Lunatic sulked some more and only agreed to stop when supper was offered . . . .

Airedales! Gotta love them!

Maureen & the Blind-Sided Circus