Baby The Rain Must Fall! A True Test For Dog Lovers

C’mon.  Take the rain test.  Isn’t it time to find out if you’re a man or a mouse?  A woman or a whuss?  Are you smart or stupid, easily put off of are you someone who forges ahead?

Take the rain test on a day very much like today.  It’s been pouring rain since early afternoon.  The back yard is a swamp.  It’s dark, cold and miserable outside.  And soon …

The Dogs Will Have To Go Outside.

Will they go out by themselves or will you go with them?

If your yard is fenced (and mine is),  you are no doubt shaking your head while you laugh at my expense.  You fenced your yard so that you would not EVER have to answer this question.

“Me?  Go out there?  Not on your life.”

And, I get that.  Really, I do because until we got Tessa, I was one of you.  At least, when the weather was rotten.  I “didn’t do” rain or blizzard conditions.  It was enough to stick my head out the back door, watching,  as three good-sized dogs charged out into the black night to pee.

What possible harm could come to any of them?  They were too big to slip underneath the one potential escape hatch where the ground slopes down beneath the fence along the side yard.

They didn’t like the yucky weather any more than I did and could be counted on to take care of business in under three minutes before they dashed back to the comfort and warmth of the house.

If you’ve been “in dogs” as long as I have (a lifetime),  you have your own stories about The One That Got Away.  The dog that would NEVER take off, did.   Took off.  And, didn’t look back.

I have three such stories.  Three stories  for three of the dogs I’ve had over the years.  The stories are funny now but they weren’t at the time.

Like The Whippet Story.  When Felix,  my rescue whippet,  jumped not one but two fences that surrounded the house of a good friend of mine.  She was dog-sitting and he must have decided he wanted to go home.

He was loose for four days in a huge forever wild tract of land that attracted lots of critters.  Especially coyotes.

And, Felix was outside for less than five minutes before he jumped.

Then, there’s my Ex-Racing Greyhound Story.  My husband had taken three dogs to run over at the playing fields for one of the local high schools.  They’d all run around having a fine time when my female hound started trotting off along the fence line.

She found the space where the fence stopped and slipped out.

She was picked up by a kind woman coming out of a bar in the commercial part of the town.  Because there were ID tags on the dog’s collar,  we got a phone call.

And, I didn’t kill my husband that night.

Lastly,  there is my Tessa story.  My 18 pound, what we think (at least today we do) is a sighthound mix.  My whirling dervish rescue dog, found in the streets somewhere in Indiana by the local animal control folks.

She was skin and bone and showing signs of having had puppies when she was pulled from the animal shelter in Indiana by a rescue group that works with one of the smaller adoption groups here.

She is NOT skin and bones now.

Nevertheless,  we’d had her less than six months and she was out exploring in the fenced back yard.  Nose to to the ground,  she was an arm’s length away from where I was standing.  Watching her.

It was broad daylight.  Which meant that Tessa could see me and I could see her.

Tessa was checking out an area of the fence that faces the front yard.  In less than a nanosecond,  she had zeroed in on the small hole where one of my other dogs liked to poke his front paw.

So that he could push the tennis ball out into the front garden.  Where my husband was weeding.   In the hopes that my husband would stop weeding, pick up the tennis ball and toss it back OVER the fence.

After which,  this game of fetch would start all over again.

It was a small but still size-able hole.  And, Tessa was VERY curious.  So curious that she managed to push her entire body into the hole, popping up on the OTHER side of the yard.

Without me.

She was loose.  And, she’d lost her collar somewhere in that hole.  Ask me how I got her back another time.  (I will give you a hint:  it was under 5 minutes.)

So, go ahead and take the rain test.

But, wait. Your yard is fenced, right?  It’s safe out there!  Your dog will only be outside for two minutes.

Take the damn test.  Get out in the yard and get wet with your dogs.  Who knows?  You might even find that you like it.   [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]

 

 

 

Comments

  1. says

    i like this one! i like the subtle lessons/reminder theme. was just thinking today how thankful i am to have a dog in my life especially this time of the year, when the winter sits in. it would be all too easy to hibernate until spring rolls around. but with a dog, no such thing. i have to get out and i’m thankful to my pup for that. i try to remind myself of this gratitude on dark, rainy nights as well 🙂

    • htkhp says

      Thank you! I like it too – it was my not-so-subtle reminder to myself to get out with my dogs. One, our soon-to-be 9 yr old Great Dane, has slowed down considerably and does better at short walks. But, his desire to want to go is still there when I’m getting ready to take the youngest of our “three-dog pack” out for a really long work-out … uh, walk. If I get it right, during the day – all three dogs get yard time plus walk time – then, sometimes at night – when it’s really crappy outside – we can make do with just yard time.

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