Short Memory
Got tags for the cats and let them out for the first time yesterday. Maxine was immediately over a couple fences and god knows where. Returned 30-40 minutes later looking quite pleased with herself. She's on her second jaunt of the day as I write this.
Eli's experience, not surprisingly, wasn't quite as smooth. He wandered cautiously around the yard for awhile, then found a hole in the fence to our backyard neighbor's house. I went around the block to try to encourage him back into our yard, getting there in time to witness Eli and the neighbor's dog [a Hannibal clone (childhood dog, part lab, part great dane), minus the shit smell] nose-to-nose, the dog hoping to play, Eli hoping to tear out the dog's guts.
Naturally, Eli swiped at Grady the dog, at which point Grady was understandably upset and chased Eli into the corner. He remained there, growling at anyone who came near him for some period of time that made me grow weary. I realized there was nothing I could do and left him there, assuming he'd find his way home. And eventually he did, but it wasn't until we returned from dinner at Nic's folks that I found Eli in the backyard, in a state that seemed somewhat consistent with that of a rabid dog. It took me at least 30 minutes of liberal use of the hose and a broom to finally coax him back into the house, where he quickly ran to the basement. There were times I honestly thought he might take a running leap at my face and I'd be forever scarred.
An hour or so later he rubbed up against me as if nothing had ever happened. And this morning he seemed to want to go back outside.
Must be nice to have such a short memory.
Eli's experience, not surprisingly, wasn't quite as smooth. He wandered cautiously around the yard for awhile, then found a hole in the fence to our backyard neighbor's house. I went around the block to try to encourage him back into our yard, getting there in time to witness Eli and the neighbor's dog [a Hannibal clone (childhood dog, part lab, part great dane), minus the shit smell] nose-to-nose, the dog hoping to play, Eli hoping to tear out the dog's guts.
Naturally, Eli swiped at Grady the dog, at which point Grady was understandably upset and chased Eli into the corner. He remained there, growling at anyone who came near him for some period of time that made me grow weary. I realized there was nothing I could do and left him there, assuming he'd find his way home. And eventually he did, but it wasn't until we returned from dinner at Nic's folks that I found Eli in the backyard, in a state that seemed somewhat consistent with that of a rabid dog. It took me at least 30 minutes of liberal use of the hose and a broom to finally coax him back into the house, where he quickly ran to the basement. There were times I honestly thought he might take a running leap at my face and I'd be forever scarred.
An hour or so later he rubbed up against me as if nothing had ever happened. And this morning he seemed to want to go back outside.
Must be nice to have such a short memory.
posted by Josh at 3:41 PM
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