Cap's Corner

Although we terriers bring a lot of joy and laughter into our home, Saturday was different. That's the day Cap made Mom cry.

She was gathering us together for a ride in the pickup, but only Glynn and I were dancing around waiting for the leashes to come out. Where was Cap? He didn't come bouncing up with us. He wasn't in any of his usual napping places, and wasn't standing over the dinner dish. Mom looked everywhere and called over and over, but no Cap.

Of course, Glynn and I had only one thing on our minds, and that was going for a ride. We weren't much interested in wasting time for an old dog who wouldn't come when whistled for, but Mom wasn't going to budge until we found him. Finally, she saw him laying with his head in the corner, very still. Oh, let me tell you, I thought the ride was going to be cancelled right then and there. She walked over, looked at him sadly, and cried, "Oh, Cap!"

That's when the old boy sat straight up and yelped, "Who? Where? What cat?"

I guess that sunny spot was too much to resist, and he just dropped right there facing the corner for a snooze, totally oblivious to what was going on around him. Mom was relieved that he was alright, but then upset that he gave her such a scare. I do believe Mom's "favorite" got demoted a notch or two that day. hee hee

We all got a lot of huggin' and lovin', even a bath and fur-fluffin' that day. Mom says the only thing wrong with dogs is that they don't live forever. Other than that, we're perfect. She kept that thought in mind until Sunday morning.

That's when she spied Cap sprawled in the same corner, same position. The only sign he was alive was one back leg was kicking a little in his sleep. Sweet dreams, Cap-aroo!

~Tell