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  • Annie Dear: One tiny poodle faces his giant obstacles

  • We’re looking forward to a visit from our Springfield friend, our Little Hot Tamale next week, which as always will be great fun.



    I do have a bit of a technical problem though.

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  • We’re looking forward to a visit from our Springfield friend, our Little Hot Tamale next week, which as always will be great fun.
    I do have a bit of a technical problem though.
    With her comes her amazingly clever little pooch, Scooter.  A poodle of either miniature or teacup stature – I’m never sure which – he stands some 10 inches or so high.
    My problem is the snow on our deck still measures around 18 inches, not to mention the snow on the lawn which I think is even deeper. I feel I am going to have to attach a small red flag to his stumpy little tail so that we can find him in a drift when he needs to go out and attend to business outside.
    Poor little bugger – when he lifts his leg he’s going to be in for a rude shock.  Talk about shrinkage.
    He’s such a smart dog. Back in Sydney I had a Labrador, a dachshund and five cats – which were all very easy as they all had a way to get outside without needing to bother a human.  The weather being so temperate, we never had to bother about extreme cold or white stuff on the ground, and the gang came and went as they pleased.
    At Scooter’s house, there is a teeny little bell mounted at the correct height just by the back door, so when the pup feels the need, he ever so politely gives it one ringy-dingy and a human magically appears to aid and abet his egress.
     A very smart bit of training, I thought, but it has come to bite our Little Hot Tamale in her butt. You see they have a couple of house guests, grand-cats awaiting their parents’ return from their new home in California to pick them up and take them west.
    These cats are smart – as cats are wont to be – and unlike our super pooch Scooter – don’t tend to have a modicum of feeling in their feline heads.
    The bell has proved to be a boon to them.  They’ve studied their arch nemesis – the dumb dog in the house – and have come up with a dastardly plan to ensure that their grandparents are made fully aware of their disgruntledness at having seemingly been abandoned by their loving master and mistress – or so the cats have led their human slaves to believe they are.
    Not needing to go outside for their call of nature – their litter tray being kept in a constant pristine condition, they’ve decided mental torture is the way to go.
    Need food? Ring the bell. Need a bit of a pat? Ring the bell.  
    “Meow – what do you mean it’s 3 o’clock in the morning?  Do you think I care?  My wish is your command, Gramma – get over to it and love me.  Now – and be quick about it.”
    Page 2 of 2 - Annie Dear lives in Lee’s Summit. Email her at anniedearkc @hotmail.com.
     

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