Dog Distraction

Just to keep me laughing, I have Coconut.  This is the dog who drags home more trash than the garbage collection lady (who incidentally showed up at 6:00 a.m. the other day to collect her fee for five months of trash removal...$3.00...total).  And lately refuse of the burning kind is not the only trash that Coconut brings home.  She has definitely been ordained the neighborhood floozy, and she is dedicated to her job.  I've seen her running around the paddy, and I turn away in shame.

Closer to home I have typically been spared the visual reminder of her loose morals thanks largely to Titsie the Dominatrix.  Titsie is the well-endowed matronly mutt who lives next door.  She is fiercely protective of her Coconut and snarls openly when the neighborhood boys dare venture too close to the front patio.  Titsie is a tad too comfortable with her role and seems to think she is worthy of special human treatment.  She regularly sneaks into the house on the heels of Coconut and has to be shooed outside with a broom.  I have gotten used to occasionally finding her inside and sending her away.

Yesterday, however, Titsie was evidently shirking her duty.  When I emerged from the shower at 6:30 a.m., I stepped into the kitchen to find Coconut and an orange-spotted mongrel just in front of the table mid hanky-panky.  In the kitchen!  I yelled at them to cut it out.  They slowly separated, and I swear Coconut grinned at me. I got the broom and shooed both dogs out the door.  I have teenagers in the house.  This dog is an abominable role model, but she keeps me laughing with the sheer absurdity of her actions.