May 15th 2011 9:08 am
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Yesterday dawned cloudy and rainy, as the Ohio Valley has been for months on end. Oldest Lad stopped by around noon with Daisy (his house-mate's Dog) and with Camille, Oldest Lad's latest Rental Dog. Oldest Lad was home to watch The Wee Lass while Mom attended a Piano Recital in which Middle Lad was playing.
Middle Lad performed quite well, with no small thanks to ME, Pennie. His first piece included some stumbling, but his second piece was played with confidence and power, and thundered it's way amongst the halls of the local hospital. The local hospital has a Baby Grand Piano in it's foyer and is thus a favored spot for Piano Recitals. Cheap entertainment for the hospital staff and patients, and a great chance for piano students to play on a quality instrument.
In time honored tradition, the piano teacher's Mother baked cookies for the students to take home with them as a Recital Treat. Now who has sat through years of plinking key strokes? Who has sat through years of Mom's endless nagging to practice, practice, practice, and the endless ringing and resetting of that cursed timer? House-guest Daisy? Rental Dog Camille? NO! Me. Pennie. (Okay, and Sophie has suffered the Piano Practice Blues as well, since she has been here, I must allow credit where credit is due.)
Upon Mom and Middle Lad's return from The Recital, Camille was exiled to the clam-shell crate, Daisy, Sophie and I were left loose, and Mom, The Wee Lass, Oldest Lad, and Middle Lad went off to Target.
When the humans came home, Mom entered the house and came upon a Crime Scene: Two heavy wood kitchen chairs were laying on the floor. The low gate to the Boy's office was turned over. There were blood spots on the walls. Blood spots on the floor. The kitchen counter had items knocked all over.
Mom was in a panic. At first she could not find Sophie. Mom was certain that Sophie was Dead. Then it was discovered that Sophie had run out of the house to talk to Oldest Lad as soon as Mom came home, and Mom had not seen her. (That little Sophie Tattle Tail!)
Sophie was un-injured. It was Me, Pennie, and Daisy who had obviously been "up to something." We spent three days together last weekend while Mom dog-sat Daisy, but that did not involve COOKIES!
Those Cookies were MY Cookies! My Piano Practice Blues Cookies! I was not even invited to attend the recital -- my only reward for all those long hours of practice and the twitching of my ears to the strike of a sour note was those COOKIES!
Mom took Me, Pennie, and wiped me down and checked me over, while Oldest Lad took Daisy and wiped her down and checked her over. I was scraped up in several spots, and my back lags appeared a bit sore (perhaps from a chair falling on them?) but that was the extent of my injuries.
Daisy had several small puncture wounds to her right ear, as well as some nicks near her left eye. Ears bleed quite a bit, so that probably accounted for most of the blood spatter, as well as my paw that had a small injury.
It was determined that Daisy needed to go to the Emergency Vet. Mom and Oldest Lad were there for several hours, as two "true emergencies" came in while they were there. Daisy's puncture wounds were cleaned and glued, (yes, glued!) She was given antibiotics, for the Vet said that dog bites tend to become infected.
The Emergency Vet was not overly "upset" by the incident: she seemed to think that with all the stormy weather the area has had, that something just set Daisy and Me, Pennie, Off, and we were not in a "Major" scuffle, more of a warning shot. (Mom did not know of the Cookie involvement until she had a chance to sift through the forensic evidence.)
Meantime, it has been decided that perhaps Daisy and Me, Pennie, should not spend any time together for a while.
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Yipes! Glad no one was hurt too badly. How were the cookies, by the way?
Is prolly jus' a one time fing. You know cuz of da cookies an da wevvers an alla dogs wif no peeples 'round. Sumtimes we pups jus' has a BAD day.
oh my, you guys..... these darn cookies - that's what they do to dogs.
Glad you two are ok, though.
Healing woofs your way, Jojo and sonja
I am not commenting about the cookies. I shall plead the 5th amendment, for if I admit to tasting the cookies, that would imply that it was ME, and not Sophie that bit Daisy, doesn't it?
Mom didn't have one of those fancy schmancy dog video collars on me, now did she? So, in a court, wouldn't a jury have "reasonable doubt" as to the perpetrator of the alleged crime? Or perhaps it was Daisy, who climb upon the kitchen counter, and got into the utensil drawer? In my attempts to save her, I got all scraped up. Isn't that another likely scenario?
Yes, I am submitting a full retraction of any confession to any guilt.
Mullii and I saw the whole thing are you are totally in the clear!
BOL, Stryker!! Gud one :D