While it's early for "Thanksgiving" it's never too early (or too late) for thanks giving. I'm especially thankful for Mickey. He's our resident old dude. He is what got me into pointers. I like to imagine he scratched, literally and figuratively, two things off his bucket list recently.
First was a romp he took in the corn fields. He is only loose out in front when I'm there to watch him. There's the rub. I had him with me, and then got chatting and forgot he was with me. I went in and left him out. Well, talk about doggy bliss. Off he went on some scent-filled adventure. He may have been tracking birds in the corn rows. He could have been chasing the ducks on the river. He might have been looking for deer. I'll never know and he's not telling. But for roughly 45 minutes he had the run of his life. For 45 minutes I had the run of my life too, looking for him. In the end, he showed up of his own accord, thirsty, happy and weary. Come to think of it, I ended up the same way myself.
His second adventure, was less one of joy. We came home one day to discover he had scratched the hell out of the kitchen door. Mick, aka model citizen...Mick aka trustworthy as they come...Mick...aka pointer who sleeps all day. What the hell Mick?? Perhaps for years he has wanted to be a bad dog. Could be he's been fighting the rebel urges for years. We were baffled as to what made him cross over to the dark side. We discovered he reacted out of fear. The evil smoke detector had begun beeping because of a low battery. New note to self, Mick does not like beepers. Maybe it's a new phobia. Old dogs can learn new phobia's. We have proof.
We couldn't be mad. Just not possible with this golden oldie canine friend. Can't help but give thanks for this old boy who teaches us new tricks.
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