Friday, August 28, 2009


Okay, first I have to apologize for Mom's Far Side sense of humor in reference to Ruby Tuesday's future. No, Ruby will not end up a medium rare special on the menu. The Vet has confirmed that she will have a calf in the spring after the last show, and she will be living the good life on Uncle P's farm. All she has to look forward to is eating well, filling out and being a mama cow. Good Moos for her.

As for me, my day started out pretty well. I finished the hole I was excavating ahead of schedule, so I started on a new hole in the corner of the yard. Things were going well, and I was just thinking how much faster I could dig with a little Kubota backhoe. I believe I could do some serious damage with one of those. I will talk to My Boy about our budget and see if we can get one. Anyway, my hole was coming along quite well when suddenly I found myself on the other side of the backyard fence! Well, it was time for lunch break anyhow, so I decided to put in a little time exploring. Never turn down an opportunity to sniff out new things.

I hadn't been out long when The Family came home and discovered me loafing about my job. They weren't too happy about the shape I was in, either. I went into some pretty rough brush, and brought a few burrs home with me. These are very tiny burrs called hitchhikers, beggar-lice, beggar-ticks, sticktights, tick clover, or as I sometimes call them, ohshucks stickum tightus. They were thickly embedded, thousands of them, all over me.

There was no getting out of it. I got put straight on the grooming table. This was going to take a lot of brushing to set things right.

You might say I led with the nose.

It took over an hour of brushing to get them all out. Yeah, I lost some hair over this adventure. Then I had to endure a bath, more brushing and fluffing and buffing before I was pronouced clean. Mom says I'm an exasperating pup to live with. What can I say? It's a gift.

Man, I can't wait to get back to work!


Gus said...

Oh man... I keep trying to explain to muzzer that terriers are diggers! And those baths! But at least we haven't found any of those stickum things yet.


Noah the Airedale said...

Hehe Tell, that was some mess you got yourself into there.
Good luck with the digger purchase.

Noah Willow Tess Lucy

Agatha and Archie said...

Now if you get that digging machine let us know That sounds terrific and it would really speed things up...Really what's a boy to do? A kids gotta are our hero..sorry about the bath though Love A+A

Molly,Taffy and Monty said...

Tell, we have to say we are relieved to hear that Ruby will enjoy a good life on 4 legs and not on a plate!

Your digging technique has to be commended ..... what is it with these hoomans and their fetish for cleanliness?

Molly, Taffy and Monty

Maggie and Mitch said...

You sure did get yourself into one fine mess, Tell! All of that grooming must have been pure torture for you! Somehow we don't think you learned your lesson!

Love ya lots,
Maggie and Mitch

Eric said...

Tell. What a hero. Excellent work - before lunch time too. You did still get some didn't you when the leggeds finished grooming you? A nice juicy steak? Hope you get your digger machine to help you next time. Might avoid the bath that way. Or not.

Wiry wags n kisses Eric xx