Opie Ran Away ... (again)

It was a dark and stormy night.


We were supposed to get 7 inches of snow. It was, instead, pouring rain and spitting sleet with high winds.

Weather not fit for woman nor beast.

What does the Dopey Opie do?

He runs away again.

Dogmom's lipid. And war-reed. And wet.

She came home twice to get dry socks and shoes or boots. And a dry coat. And a different hat.


After 2.5 hours, she said she didn't care if he ever came back.

(We know she didn't mean it.)

Meanwhile, Opie's trekking through our neighborhood. And the one behind ours. And the one closest to the new 312 highway. And the one across Bavaria Road. And the one behind that. And ours again. And the wetlands behind the house. And the construction area. And ours again.


Dogmom came inside. She hugged me and called me a good boy. She hugged Floyd.

She turned off all the lights. And she sat in the dark for a while.

Then, she got up. And she grabbed the keys. And she opened the garage door all the way. And she got in our truck. And she started it. And she started to back out of the garage into the driveway.

And she heard a clunk. And she stopped.


And Opie's standing by the side of the truck.

She had run over the tie-out cord that was still attached to him. So he couldn't go anywhere.


So she grabbed the cord and put him in the back of the truck.

And she drove back into the garage from the driveway.

And she came inside and left Opie in the truck. For forever.



Eventually, she went out and got him and put him in the doggie jail.
He was wearing his soaking wet sweatshirt. She took it off.
His paws were bleeding. She cleaned them and bandaged him.
He was shivering. She gave him a blanket and dried him with his towel.
Then she closed to the door on the doggie jail and left him inside.


I think he's in BIG trouble.

Wuf Ya!

More Paw Troubles...

Hi dawgs! Sorry we haven't posted for a little while. Things have been a little crazy at our house... well, in our lives anyways... because we weren't home a lot the last couple weeks.

First, you remember, there's a fungus amongus... and that's still there on my toenails and paws. I'm still taking the yucky medicine. Dogmom took me to see Dr. Kate (YAY!) and I got to stay at work with her all day while Opie stayed home. Dr. Kate said the fungus looked better, but that I had to stay on the medicine more time... and it could be a long time before the fungus is all gone. Last time, it took two months. This time will probably be longer.

Then, we had to do some allergy tests to see if that might be behind my fungus problem. Elizabeth took some blood from my neck while Jason held me. It wasn't a big deal, really, and I didn't even cry or anything.

The tests came back and it turns out I'm allergic to three different kind of mites that live in the grass and the soil and the dust. And I'm allergic to a fungus that lives in the grass, too. So dogmom said something about I either have to try chiropractic to see if it works on my allergies as well as it did to eliminate her symptoms... or I have to get allergy injections. I think they both sound scary to me, but I'm just a dog.

Anyways... Then dogmom went to Ohio to visit the family for a few days while we went to Dog Pad and stayed with Tory. We had lots of fun there. Opie decided to sleep in Tory's office instead of on the dog beds. And, on Sunday I hurt my paw. Not bad, really, and I didn't even tell Tory about it. But, she's pretty smart and she figured it out anyways. I saw her checking everybody's paws and I thought it was a new game. Then, when she checked mine, here's what she found. It looks worse than it is, I think. But I'm going to milk it for a while anyways!

Even if it did mean that Opie got to go to Dog Pad on Wednesday without me. I just vegged at home all day.

Wuf Ya! - Gomer