Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Suki the Devil Dog
Right now, I should be telling you about Hanover Township's meeting last night, but I'm dog tired. The reason I'm dog tired is because I'm watching one. My grandson is on vacation for a few days and I was asked to keep Suki. I think I'm her favorite person, next to Dat and his Mom.
He's had her for seven years, since she was a pup.
She's a Jack-a-Poo, called the Captain Danger of Designer Dogs. She's half toy poodle, which gives her the sweetest disposition you'll ever see. But she's also half Jack Russell Terrier, which makes her insane. When people see her, they fall in love at how cute and cuddly she is, but she is a devil dog. With a smile.
She doesn't think she's small,by the way. In a dog park, she's not happy unless she's with the pit bulls and Rottweilers.
For the past four weeks, I've been walking and even running every day, trying to get into shape for S-Day. I was up to 3 miles last week, and feeling pretty good. It was not enough time.
When Suki is with Dat, she becomes the great athlete. Dat is always playing ball. If he's playing baseball, she thinks nothing of running into the outfield to get a fly ball and run it in to home. Sometimes. Other times, she just keeps going.
When Dat is playing football, she becomes a linebacker. Dat shouts "Down" and she starts growling. Then when the ball is snapped to him and he starts running, she tackles him mercilessly. He's pretty elusive on a football field, but not with her. She jumps and starts nipping his ass until he falls down laughing. But it does not stop there. She then tries, and sometimes succeeds, in taking his pants off and running off.
Dat has become a basketball player by default because that's one ball too big for her mouth.
When she's with me, it's a hunting trip. She loses all interest in football and baseball and becomes the Great Hunter. The last thing she wants to do is actually catch something, but she loves to corner it and bark away. She's been nailed by a skunk three times over the last seven years.
Always with me.
On Saturday, her first day with me, she managed to go swimming twice in various creeks and walked four miles. On Sunday, it was six miles, during which she went after three ground hogs. On Monday, she managed to figure a way under the fence at Essroc and went right into the quarry. I could hear all kinds of racket going back and forth, but she eventually emerged, very pleased with herself. Yesterday, I couldn't get up I was so damn tired. She eventually got me up by sitting on my face. She went easy on me. Four and a half miles.
Every night, when I go to bed, she has to jump in there with me. Then she takes the covers. Also, she drops these deadly farts that should be bottled and sold to the Defense Department.
Tomorrow, when I walk her, all kinds of little kids will stop and pet her. And because she is sweet, she will give each one of them a kiss. She does it to the senior ladies who sit on Mauch Chunk Street in Nazareth, too. She basks as they tell her how cute she is. Last night, the ladies yelled at me for not feeding her enough, which she must have loved hearing.
Suki has been eating chicken, steak, hamburger, hot dog, Vienna sausages and spam. She refuses to eat dig food when with me.
Don't be fooled by her small body and little smile. She's a Devil Dog. It is 11 pm, and she's ready for another walk.