More updates on the recently-returned France-trotter, Hick. We won't go into his latest transgression. I'm still trying to cool down from that one. And let me tell you, I was HOT to TROT! And not in a good way.
Anyhoo...Hick has been tearing out the side sidewalk to put it back just like it was. He has been mowing the grounds. He couldn't wait to go back down to his creekside cabin upon his return from France. Just in case some wildfires had broken out and were fast approaching, I suppose.
THEN I found out that Hick took Puppy Jack with him down to the creek!
"How did you get him there?"
"On the Gator."
"Didn't he try to jump out?"
"No. I held him. With one hand. When we got down there, Juno went out in the creek, and Jack followed her, but he didn't much like getting his feet wet. On the way up to the house, I put him in the bed of the Gator, and he ran around in it barking."
So...Hick is bonding with Puppy Jack. Who adores him. Stops what he's doing, whether it's gamboling through the grass like it tickles his privates, or chewing on his boneless fake-fur squirrel toy, or pooping, or following Juno, or chewing on The Pony's pants leg...just to look around and see where Hick is when he hears his voice. Of course he does the same for my voice, and runs towards me. So Hick hasn't stolen my puppy's affections just yet.
More Hick antics in the future.
We once had a cat we thought was lonely so we bought it a playmate. The cat ran away soon after.
ReplyDeleteNo good deed goes unpunished.
DeleteLet the puppy battle begin!
ReplyDeleteTwo things in my favor: 1) Hick now has a new goat to shower with affection (but not in a creepy mini pony kind of way); 2) Puppy Jack pooped on the BARn floor this evening.
DeleteIf Barry's boy-toy Billy was really a girl, what would that offspring be called IF it was possible for such a mating to take place and if it was possible for the mating to be productive?
ReplyDeleteOh dear, Madam. I will forego the chromosome lesson. But IF, in a bizarre dream world, that happened...perhaps it would be a mini giant goany? Or a giant mini poat?
DeleteOh, I forgot to mention. Perhaps Hick needs to hire himself out as an animal psychiatrist. He KNEW Barry was lonely?
ReplyDeleteYeah, that could be a job for Hick after retirement. Not as exciting as delivering pharmaceuticals out of an unmarked storefront staffed by a Casey's clerk, of course. And it might be hard to keep the animal on the couch...
DeleteSD's Dad had a goat. A couple of years ago we decided it was lonely and bought a sheep to keep it company. I had to travel in the back of the van with it and it headbutted me all the way. Damned thing kept breaking out when we got it home and the goat just ignored it anyway. Then the goat died - SO ungrateful! I wrote a blog post about it, I'll see if I can dig it out ...
ReplyDeleteJust like Stephen found out...no good deed goes unpunished!
DeleteWhy did you have to ride with it? So it would have something to head-butt? Can a sheep not ride alone in the back of a van? What's it going to do, open up the door and jump out?
Has Hick been banished to the cabin? A new puppy and a goat? You are brave. Hick is still removing bricks and rearranging? Hmmm...penance?
ReplyDeleteNot yet. The new puppy and new goat are the least of his latest transgressions. If I can calm down about it, I might share his latest faux pas.
DeleteThat sidewalk business will never be done. It's a perpetual project.
Tis interesting to see how quickly and easily your new pet bonded with y'all.
ReplyDeleteWell, he doesn't exactly have a choice, since we ARE the ones who let him out of his rabbit hutch, where he's caged like prisoner Lloyd Henreid in The Stand, without even a rat or next-door inmate Trask's leg to nosh on...
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