And yes, Homer Simpson Fans, I know the actual quote is, “my CAR!”, but when you see how we celebrated Memorial Day, I think you’ll understand…
Behold, a beautiful dog:
This is Cruiser. He just turned 5 on Friday. Not braggin, but he’s a gorgeous golden retriever. All pedigreed and stuff… he was bred as a seeing-eye dog, but flunked out when he chased a squirrel during the test. That should have been a hint. But no… He’s so good at distracting me, with his “bring” trick and all. Luls me into a false sense of security.
So I let him out that afternoon. Into my fenced-in yard. My fenced-in yard that has a portion of the chain-link replaced with temporary fencing because my family helped me add-on to my deck last year, right before winter, and we didn’t have time to rip out the rest of the fence and reset it so the whole thing fits together properly.
Only one problem with this lovely little setup. Cruiser can slither under the fence. And he did. And when I went out back to call him back, there was a little pause as I started to panic that my dog wasn’t coming back when I called him. My friend and partner in crime, Haley, stood behind me on the deck as I called.
“There’s a dog… coming down the street. Is that him?” she asked.
“No, that’s a big black dog. It’s not Cru…HOLY CRAP!!!” And I raced through the house to the driveway to see my beautiful yellow dog, trotting up the driveway, a big smile on his face…
Yes. That’s him. Here’s another view:
So you understand my Homer-like exclamation when I saw him trotting up the driveway. And thus began the Great Dog Wash…
More scrub. scrubscrubscrub.
An hour and a half, and 3/4 of a bottle of doggie shampoo later, he’s still trying to decide if it was worth it.