Thursday, May 17, 2012

A WALK TO REMEMBER

As is my usual habit, I took Mimzy, my 4-year-old Jack Russell Terrier, for a quick walk before dashing off to work this morning.  As we made the turn back towards our house, Mimzy spotted a lizard in the rocks alongside the road.  Being the Best Lizard Hunter In The Neighborhood that she is, she quickly dashed after said lizard and SPRANG . . . into a rather large prickly pear cactus. There wasn't much time to let the shock of her mistake soak in because an elderly gentleman appeared at the end of the driveway on the road walking a prissy little shitzu with a whole lot of attitude. Mimzy, whose alter-ego is Bossiest Dog In The Neighborhood, instantly switched gears from petrified pincushion to snarling, lunging, aggressive maniac, intent on putting the prissy intruder in her place.  With my thumb jammed down on the telescopic leash, I yanked her back towards me and bent down to grab her up before she could engage Prissy in a world of hurt. . . at which point she bit me soundly on the arm.  Startled and smarting from the unexpected bite, I pulled her firmly up against my side (the side AWAY from the other dog) to gain better control of her fighting, squirming 15 pounds of muscle.  It was about this time that I realized the side of Mimzy I had pinned to my torso was the side full of cactus spines.  Embarrassed and smarting and having my feelings more than a little hurt, I mumbled an apology to the elderly gentleman and his yappy little trouble-maker and hurried away.  Suffice it to say, there was much grumbling and not a lot of tail wagging the remainder of the way home.  Mimzy spent the rest of her day feeling sorry for herself.  I, being late for work, spent the rest of my day pulling tiny little needle-like cactus spines out of my body from my armpit to my undies and nursing a black and blue lump on my forearm in the perfect impression of Mimzy's neat little canines.

Perhaps we'll be on speaking terms again once all the cactus spines have been removed from my body and the teeth marks have faded.  Until then, it would be best for Mimzy to keep a low profile.

1 comment:

  1. Now I know why you named the painting Jack Russell Terror. He is very well behaved hanging on the wall at my place. LOL. Hope you got all the cacti out! best to you, ela

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