I love my dog. I keep telling myself this through gritted teeth.
When I lived in England, I lived outdoors in a makeshift campsite. Seeing the first sign of spring’s arrival was always an amazing moment. This was when the bluebells and the daffodils would begin to grow. It always amazed me to see the tiny green shoots poke defiantly through the stubborn dirt.
And then I had to get a dog to share this magical moment with.
Now that Pony my dog entered my life, the telltale sign of spring’s arrival is when she rolls in fox poop. Strangely enough, I don’t look forward to spring as I once did.
If you are having a bad day, then read on. Be thankful that you’re not me.
Foxy Fascination
My dog is more interested by fox stink than she is with the actual creature that produced the stink. I think she’d shoulder a fox aside just to get to roll in the poop. As far as I know, she does not have any Foxhound in her. You can smell a fox a half mile away. That’s why those packs of English foxhounds make such a racket. They’re saying, "Crack open a window or something, will ya?" When we left England, I thought we were leaving the foxes behind.
Mom assured me that there weren’t any foxes in Clifton Heights (outside of Philadelphia).
Pony found them.
"This Puppy Stinks!"
I love my dog. That’s I keep telling myself as I haul her home from her walk, past my Mom who screams, "This puppy stinks!" dragging her sixty pound body up the stairs and plopping her into the tub. I love my dog. She fights to keep from getting into the dreaded slippery tub and towel racks tumble, fur flies and Mom yells, "Should I call 911?" She knows there will be loads of special treats for her after her bath, but she still resents having the bath in the first place. If she didn’t know a pig’s ear was coming, then I think she’d rocket through the ceiling.
Yes, I love my dog. This is our rite of spring — the first bath of the year.
Ah, spring. When a young dog’s fancy turns to fox poop.
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