Saturday, June 5, 2010

Day 243

I haven't talked about Gy the Max Hiprating Lab for a while ... hang on ... make that Max the Hip Gyrating Lab (sorry, got my turds wangled). I first introduced him way back at Day 32. You can get up to speed by reading about him here.

Yes our beautiful, blonde, gay (not that there's anything wrong with that) Labrador is still alive and well instigating smiles wherever he goes. He makes us smile daily. He makes us laugh ... a lot. He makes us shake our heads often. He makes me swear sometimes. He makes me gag occasionally. But as I said, he makes us laugh ... a lot. Although I would prefer to say we are laughing with him, there are times when I am just laughing at him. Sad, but true ... He is the source of much smiling.

Take yesterday for example. He had me in hysterics. I was out the left side of the house hanging washing. He'd heard the laundry door open so came tearing around from the right side of the house to join me. He likes to keep me company as I hang. It's important. There are nose-in-face opportunities he may miss if he didn't spend that time with me. His nose, my face - as I bend down to get another garment to hang. It's also important that he knows what is going on in all sections of the yard. That's his job after all. Millie (the small white fluffy) has deck patrol, Max has yard patrol. It's how it works. Anyway, he was hanging with me as I was hanging. That's when he heard something. MAAAA! His ears pricked up his tail stood to attention, his face was alert, his nose pointed in the direction of the call. He listened again. MAAAA!. I didn't know what he was standing attention for. I hadn't heard the call. He had heard the call. Someone was calling his name! He did a doggy bounce and took off at full speed with this tongue hanging out, spit flying everywhere, a huge smile on his Labrador face. Somebody wants me, somebody wants me. Really? All I could hear were the yard sounds of the little white fluffy, a far away chain saw, a few twittering birds, the click of my pegs, and some forlorn sounding crow.

You see, I was the only one home. There was no one to make the MAX! call but me. And since I was at the clothes line pegging out the wash, it clearly wasn't me. Who was calling him? And that's when it registered (at which point I cracked up). It was the crow. The poor dog. I was doubled over laughing. Like really laughing with tears rolling down my cheeks. A few moments later Max came jogging back to me and did some nose-it-face as I tried to control my hysterics. He didn't know what the fuss was about. It seems he had already forgotten that someone had called him, he'd responded, and found no-one. True blonde. Short attention span. And then it went again. The scene repeat again exactly as it had before. His ears pricked up his tail stood to attention, his face was alert, his nose pointed in the direction of the call. He did a doggy bounce and took off at full speed with this tongue hanging out, spit flying everywhere, a huge smile on his Labrador face. Somebody wants me, somebody wants me. Oh man, I sure hoped that crow wasn't going to hang at our house for too long. It was going to be a very long day of yard sprints for our beautiful blonde, gay (not that there's anything wrong with that) hip gyrating Labrador.

I finally got myself composed. But not for long. Ground Hog Day was in full swing. The scene repeated itself again and again. I couldn't stand it any longer. Max, you're an idiot. A fully fledged freakin' idiot. For your sake, and mine, get inside.

Yep, the source of much smiling ... and head shaking. Gotta love your dog.

2 comments :

  1. I love dogs SO much! What a funny guy you have there. :)

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