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 A Bouv Day
Excerpted from a BouvList with Permission
by Maureen Buck

 

Today the rain fell sometimes fast and sometimes slow. I am resigned to walking four dogs in the rain without an umbrella. I am not resigned to each dog having its own idea about what to do in the rain.

As a clever maneuver, I thought I will walk two at a time. We always march out together and it is bedlam for the first 5 minutes. Sometimes the entire walk can be an unhappy event for me. Oh well, they have to go for their walk.

Round one of the walk started with the two seniors, Rosie and Sam. When Sam realized he was missing the other two, he clamped down. Most of the time, I can budge him or cajole him into cooperating. No dice today. It took 15 minutes to walk a few hundred yards. He just kept clamping and looking back to our house. I finally gave up and he happily trotted home. No time to do anything important ...

Round two - thought I would take all four. No dice. Sam just would not go. He had a bouvier bee in his bonnet.

Round three - thought I would take the two youngsters, Portia and Gus. Nope, they would not go without Rosie.

Round four - Portia, Gus, Rosie and I finally make it out the back door.

By this time, I had knocked off my hat and the sky had cleared a bit. So I thought, I just cannot go back. Must push forward. We were out for about 5 minutes when it started to pour. We push onward.

Gus decided to really act out and leap up at any rustling. It did not matter if he could see a squirrel or cat or whatever. He just reared up like a wild bronco. We pushed onward.

No one is doing anything but being disagreeable. I kept reminding them that walking is part poopie mission. No response.

Finally, we turned and started to see our street again. I feel like maybe I will arrive home with only a drenched head and raincoat. We push onward.

Got home and could not wait to dry everyone and use the dryer on myself.

A little while later, the dogs go outside. Gus escapes. He is an amazing athlete. My husband cannot figure out his method. My neighbor stopped by and offered his help. We scanned the neighborhood thoroughly. No Gus.

I knew Gus is familiar with the streets we use and the smells of various neighbor's yards where we have visited. I had to hope and pray. The escape was at 8:30 AM.

Throughout the morning, I went out and toured the neighborhood. With the last tour, I left my station wagon rear door open. While I was eating lunch in the garden room where I have a good view of the car, I saw this charcoal grey flash running and jumping into the car. It kept happening. I realized it was Gus. It is 1:30 PM. I am relieved but not happy. Gus is happy.

I felt like reading Gus the riot act. I put the leash on him. Reviewed the dirt, turned on the hose and washed him down. He enjoyed the wash and rub down afterwards.

So I had a bad Bouvier day.  I would rather have [had] a bad hair day.

Maureen Buck and her loving pack which needs some sunshine.

Webmaster's Note: Maureen Buck is a dedicated representative for the ABRL [ American Bouvier Rescue League] in the Pennsylvania area. Please consider adopting a Bouvier.


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