|Laser locked on a rack of ribs in kitchen|
Well it's been a while since my last story but there hasn't been much going on in Red Dogs world the past few weeks. It has been so hot and dry here in North Texas that Red Dog is doing what everyone else is trying to do...Stay COOL...Although we don't have a pool or at least I haven't caved in to Debbie's pressure to have one built. Red Dog has been using Debbie's fish pond as his private swimming hole to beat the heat this summer. He goes to the back door and sits there until we let him outside. Sometimes he whines about it and other times he doesn't. Once outside he goes through a ritual of raiding as much cat food as he can hold then heads for a little dip in the fish pond without hesitation. Once in a while he gives me the ojo during his little soaks like I'm his personal cabana boy and he is waiting on me to bring him a cool drink or dry towel. I like ole Red Dog quite a bit but not well enough to be his cabana boy. As the Geico Lizard would say "Forget about it!!!" But one thing is for sure, there is no mistaking when he wants back inside under the air conditioner. First he will start off with a little whimper in an attempt to get our attention and if that isn't successful he starts growling and making louder noises. When all else fails he will break out the "Sonic Woof" until we open the door or the neighbors call about the noise. I really don't blame him because it's so darn miserable outside but it sure can disrupt a good Sunday afternoon nap. Once inside he's just like the rest of us and goes to his most comfortable place in the house for the rest of the day.
We had some good friends come over for supper the other evening and they brought "Smoked Ribs" and that put Red Dog on high alert. If you remember back to one of our first adventures I found out quickly that Red Dog was a rib junkie as he inhaled three ribs off of my plate in a matter of seconds after placing it on the arm of my easy chair while I answered the phone. And if you will also recall Debbie caught him lying on top of the dinning room table thinking it was a proper place to take a nap soon after he moved here. For these two reasons Red Dog is banished from the kitchen and from being around the dinner table. Well the other night as the aroma of smoked ribs filled the house you could easily find Red Dog. He staged himself just inches outside the kitchen area in hopes that someone would fumble a rib to the floor. It was funny to watch him. It must have taken every ounce of his willpower not to enter the kitchen and beg for a snack. Red Dog sat there at attention like a guard at Buckingham palace but with his eyes locked on our every move just hoping for some rib manna from heaven to fall his way. I never heard a peep out of him the whole time we were eating but he never moved an inch away from the kitchen door either. He behaved himself so well we couldn't let the evening end without a reward. Debbie headed toward the back door with a plate of rib bones and Red Dog's tree branch of a tail started moving like an airplane propeller. As soon as the door open he darted outside like a lighting bolt and eagerly waited for the rib feast to begin. He had been preparing for this moment all evening long and I could have sworn I saw a rib bib on him as he dove into the middle of his smokey treat. I'm not sure how many rib bones Debbie gave him but it was plenty. Red Dog made them disappear faster than David Cooperfield could make a woman disappear from a box and with far less drama. So Red Dog just laid around the house the next day with his belly full of rib bones and and smile on his face. All has been right in his world ever since.
There is some good news from what I called his "Make Me Sick Adventure". A few weeks after Maddie headed back to Lubbock with our kids Red Dog kicked his cat poop eating habit cold turkey and I am hopeful it will "NEVER" return. I guess if I keep feeding him rib bones that will lessen the temptation.
So it was a double header win in Red Dog country this past week. Nothing really exciting or hilarious to write about but I did get a little chuckle out of Red Dog eyeballing those ribs the other night. Until the next adventure. God bless you all.