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The world – according to our dog Lady

By Kaare Askildt

            Lady is our beautiful black lab cross. As a month-old puppy, she was found half frozen to death in a snowy ditch in minus 40 Celsius. A kind courier delivery driver picked her up, but he could not keep her. Marion and I are animal lovers, so Marion stepped forward and promised to give Lady a good home.

            We already had two dogs at that time, a toy poodle named Snert and an English mastiff named Red, but they were getting on in years. Snert just tolerated the new canine, but Red took Lady to be the pup she’d always wanted, and became a surrogate mother. Red showed Lady what to do, and Snert made sure Lady would know what not to do. Lady grew to become a loving, devoted and caring dog.

I’ll let Lady tell you about her world.

            “Snert was a nuisance, to both Red and me. He had usurped the position of СƵ in charge, acting like a little tyrant king. He would lead the assault on the barn cats. Well, not really lead, he would just get us all worked up about chasing felines, then sit to the side and watch. When our masters came to see what the ruckus was all about, Snert would just greet them with a wagging tail and pretend that he had nothing to do with it. What a rascal!

            “Feeding time was a continuing challenge. Snert always snarled and tried to intimidate Red and me away from our dishes. Our masters would take care of the little imp, and make sure we all got fed and watered.

            “I recall one time at the farm when our masters were butchering a cow. All three of us canines got a bone. Snert chased Red and me away and grabbed the biggest bone, it was so big that he couldn’t carry it, in fact he could hardly lift it, and neither could he find a way to chew on it. Fortunately, our masters took charge and gave each of us a bone befitting our size.

            “Mamma Red has gone to dog heaven now, and so has that tyrant Snert. I’m all alone now, but my masters love me and care for me. I love them right back, in fact I adore them. I tell my masters ‘I wow you!’ Every day.

            “On the farm, I had a fun time chasing anything from horses to chickens. At one time, there were a couple of barn swallows that played tag with me. One would fly right in front of my nose, making me chase her, and then just when I was about to catch her, she would soar upwards, and the other bird would fly in front of my nose, and the chase was on again. The swallows took turns doing that. They finally tired me out, and when I laid in the grass out of breath and panting, the two rascals would prance around me, daring me to catch them. All I could do was bark at them.

            “I tried chasing the geese at one time, but that wasn’t too smart. The geese always walk, or more correctly waddle together as a military unit. I found out the best thing was to give the geese platoon a wide berth. One of them nipped my snout once, and I learned that those geese sure have a lot of strength in their beak, and extremely sharp little teeth.  My snout felt like it had been grated with fine sandpaper.

            “Red showed me how to be a guard dog. My master Marion was in town working, and my master Kaare was busy in his home office when the old local Lutheran pastor knocked on the front door. My master didn’t hear the knock, but us three dogs ran through the kitchen and got to the unlocked front door just as the old preacher opened it. Because of Red’s deep bark, Snert’s yip and my growling, the old prelate’s eyes just about bugged out of his skull. He let out a small cry and dropped some pamphlets on the floor, turned and ran back to his car as fast as his legs would take him. The preacher got in the car and tore out of our yard like a NASCAR driver. 

            “We have moved off the farm now to a nice home in Wilkie that has a big yard. I play in that yard and pretend that I’m still on the farm. It is my duty to guard our house and yard, and keep intruders away. As a result, the gas meter reading man must phone us to let us know when he’ll be coming to read the meter. I was in the yard laying by the big tree when the gas man came to take the reading. He was whistling to a tune on his iPad. I ran to the gate and growled.  He let out a cry and closed the half open gate as fast as he could. Master Marion did the meter reading for him.

            “Many people came to our yard one warm spring day, welcoming us to Wilkie, and I was appalled that my masters would let all these people in without sniffing their butts. A good sniff can always tell the good ones from the bad. So, I decided that I better do some butt sniffing of my own. It’s fun to see how high some humans can jump when I sniff their butts, so sometimes I sniff them a second time, just to see if they jump higher.”

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