Through the Eyes of a Delivery Goddess |
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There are really two parts to this installment, but they are relevent. My dilemma is only to decide which story to tell first. I suppose the most recent would be best. A couple of the guys at the junkyard decided to buy a pig. No one knows exactly why - oh sure, they joked about butchering her, but she has become a pet, and a very smart one at that. Pete has taught her to sit and dance for food. I'm not kidding. Her name is Zoey. Pete is away from the yard most of the day, out on Injusred / Reserved with a shattered hand, but when he comes, he makes sure to give Zoey some extra food. Last week, I believe it was Monday, Pete was unable to make it to the junkyard that day, so when a couple of the other guys approached the pig pen to feed Zoey, she hopped over the fence at them.  They were alarmed for a few seconds, but quickly decided to hold onto the food and climb back into the fence in hopes Zoey would follow them back inside. She did not. Ever hear the phrase, Pig-Headed? I think I have this correct; I'm not 100% certain, but from what I understand, two of the guys got behind Zoey and tried to push her back into her pen. She probably weighs 300 - 350 pounds, so of course, they were not successful. One of the guys claims the pig started running toward the garage, and thinking quickly, Mr M. grabbed a cloth belt or strap he had over his shoulder and threw it around Zoey's neck. Mr. J says that Zoey dragged Mr. M around in circles for a few minutes before someone else got the bright idea to get the back-hoe and push her back into her pen. Plans are currently in the works for a vertical addition to her fence.Now for the first story, or the less recent story. My Aunt had a mobile home trailer on her property for awhile - my cousin and her family and pets lived in the trailer for a few months while they moved from one state to another. As they moved toward the new house, they left their dogs behind until they got settled. My aunt called my dad, (they all live on the same family farm) and asked him to let the dogs out of the trailer since she was going to be late coming home from work. There is no better way to describe the poodle, other than to say he was as dumb as a brick. My aunt reminded my dad, that even though they live in a very rural area, and there are very few cars that brave our dirt road, if the poodle headed toward the road, he'd get hit - he was not smart enough, nor fast enough, to avoid any passing cars. The Labradore was being housed out in the horse trailer, and like Zoey, was not particularly fond of returning to her pen. My aunt told my dad to take a leash for the poodle, and some cookies for the Lab to coax her back into the trailer. So, my dad drove down and tied a rope around the poodle's neck - he couldn't find a leash - and let the Lab out for a run. After ten or so minutes, my dad was getting cold, (it was February) so he began to coax the Lab back into the horse trailer. She would get close, but run another large circle around the yard. She was obviously playing a game that my dad was not interested in playing. On one of her loops around the yard, my dad grabbed her around the neck to toss her into the horse trailer, but to my dad's suprise, she began to drag him around the farm. He guesses he embarked on an approximately 8 to 10 minute excursion, nearly making it to his feet several times, only to be pulled over again by the Lab. Pain and failure tend to make one angry, and anger can make one quicker and stronger than one would be under normal circumstances, so on the next pass near the horse trailer, my dad finally planted his feet, grabbed onto the side of the side of the trailer, and managed to man-handle the Lab back into the trailer and slam the door shut. He took a few seconds to assess his condition, only to find the rope still wrapped around his right hand, and amazingly enough, the poodle, unharmed, sitting on the ground at the other end. He claims he sustained only minor bruises and contusions, but is still puzzled as to how the poodle not only remained unharmed at the end of the rope, but apparently kept up with the Lab while she dragged my dad around the farm. No matter how infinite your property seems to be, you should have a finite roap hooked up somewhere to keep your dogs from getting away from you. |