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

Cap's Special Day

With three terriers in the house, it's easy to get lost in the shuffle, or scuffle as we sometimes call it. Our solution is to have a special day all to ourselves with Mom. Most of the time we go to work with her, hang around the office, maybe ride in the truck to the feed store or someplace else. It's nice to have some one-on-one time without all the competition. Of course, the two left at home whine a little but it all sorts out in the end. As you can see, having all of us in the truck at the same time is a little crowded. Hey, scoot over, I'm riding shotgun!


To keep it all in order, we go by alphabet so we can keep it straight. This week was Cap's turn for a special day. His favorite part about going to the office is raiding the toy box Mom keeps for him in the back. The squeakies are his favorite. He likes to pretend he's a lean, mean, squeakie-killin' machine. Grrr!


The old boy can still romp despite the arthritis. Nothing slows him down when he gets a squeakie toy in his mouth.

Nothing, that is, except to stop for a good rumpus scritching. Ahhh! Then he's off again!

When it was time to leave, he really wanted to take the toy raccoon with him. So Mom gave in and let him bring it home. She always gives in to Cap. I secretly believe Mom loves him best (so I sound like a Smothers Brother, or what?).

Next week is Glynn's turn, then ME! I can hardly wait!
~Tell