PucciNPoni
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So last saturday was the day from hell. I am only now able to speak of it *sniff* due to the trauma that I had over it 
It was pretty crap though, even though the above is rather tongue in cheek.
It started off with a really bad day at work. I won't bore you with the details of that. But I left early and came home and rang the farmer that I was due to pick up hay from. He wasn't answering so I sat at the computer, grabbed some lunch and just chilled for a bit. My hubby arrived from golfing and as he was helping me to get the hay in, he decided that he'd make himself busy while waiting for the farmer to call back. So he wanted to wash his car, and grabbed the hose reel from the back room (laundry room) and ran it thru the kitchen, out the front door. As we have no taps at the front of hte house, he had to keep the hose connected from the laundry room and run the hose thru the house to do the job.
So the hose kept the front door of the house propped open somewhat, but only an inch. Typically the dogs want to be wherever I am, and they were all lounging in the kitchen while I was finishing my lunch. After lunch I went out to the back garden and started doing some rather important jobbie uplifting (fun fun). After about ten minutes I realised that my dogs hadn't followed me out. Then the border terrier popped out to say hello. Min Pin still warm in her bed in the kitchen - but no poodle??? Definitely not right.
Checked the kitchen, shouted on him, and no reply. Went out the front, (door still shut against the hose) and my hubby working away. Asked him if he'd seen the dog? No...however the next door neighbor saw him out playing with HIS dog and then he disappeared. Great. So I stomped down the drive looking for missing poodle, hubby hot on my heels and me looking daggers at him. Neighbor being neighborly tagged along.
I started walking the neighborhood, which is very hilly btw....and shouting and no sighting. I was out walking for a good 30 minutes, and kept going toward the sound of barking dogs in case he was drawn to thenm as well (he's a nosy dog). Hubby got in the car and started driving round and eventually caught up to me after I'd managed to hike to the top of a hill and he'd found the dog, who was quivering in the front seat....I'd walked to the area where he was found running cross a busy road. I'm not sure WHO I wanted to kill just then, so I hugged them both.
By this time, farmer called, said we could come along to get the hay. When we got back from rescuing the dog, hubby mentioned to me that in his haste to clear the front door so he could close it properly and go looking for missing poodle, he'd dragged the hose back to the garden and knocked over the huge bucket of dog food. Great, so my border terrier is home having a smorgasbord! I went from having a missing dog to one with bloat???? No, he assures me he shoveled most of it up and then shut the laundry room door so they couldn't get to rest of it. Okay, I can clear that up while he goes to hook up the wee wagon. However, upon trying to open the laundry room door, I found that I couldn't open it as the drying rack that stands folded behind the door must have fallen over when he slammed his way out earlier. LOL, WTF?! I managed to find a key to laundry room door and went round back to go in thru another door -- good thing I did or I was going to have to shove hubby in thru the cat flap! LOL
Hooked up our wee wagon to the back of the car, and set off never quite sure if the car was going to make it as it was making some rather awful sounds with loss of power - never mind. We're on our way, we're going! Managed that without too much stress (other than parting with an awful lot of cash for seemingly little amount of hay) and then on to yard to drop it off there. I stayed on to do the horsey chores and left hubby to get himself home.
When I arrived home, he said there were more problems when he got home. How so? Well....the barking and the blood....EH?????
When he got home from the yard, all three dogs were outside panic barking. When he went in thru hte laundry room to see what the story was, it seems that the door between the kitchen and the laundry room was shut. This meant that they could come in to the laundry room, but not the kitchen - so there was no reason that they'd have to stand outside and bark, except there's no cozy bed for their lordships. That's when he noticed the blood all over the lower part of the white walls in the Laundry. Turns out it was the auld yin's ear tip.
So with my crime scene investigation mind conjuring up the scene, best I can come up with is this:
We left the dogs to get hay - and Chester the Border terrier snooped where the food had been dumped. He found a few stray kibbles of behind the door and scratched and sniffed and scoffed til he loosened the door wedge and it shut. The other two joined him as the door could still open from that side, but it does swing shut without the wedge. Then I reckon as they started helping him hoover, a fight over teh last kibble ensued and Corki managed to get her ear nipped. She must have shook her head and sprayed blood everywhere. She possibly went out back to escape the painful place and got caught up in the hose pipe which was sort of blocking her path from the cat flap. She perhaps got confused out there and the border terrier stayed with her (he tends to be her protector). The poodle probably thought it was a party so joined them and the three of them barked til someone got home.
Phew.
I hate weekends.
and if you read all that, you deserve some of the coffee I've just made!
It was pretty crap though, even though the above is rather tongue in cheek.
It started off with a really bad day at work. I won't bore you with the details of that. But I left early and came home and rang the farmer that I was due to pick up hay from. He wasn't answering so I sat at the computer, grabbed some lunch and just chilled for a bit. My hubby arrived from golfing and as he was helping me to get the hay in, he decided that he'd make himself busy while waiting for the farmer to call back. So he wanted to wash his car, and grabbed the hose reel from the back room (laundry room) and ran it thru the kitchen, out the front door. As we have no taps at the front of hte house, he had to keep the hose connected from the laundry room and run the hose thru the house to do the job.
So the hose kept the front door of the house propped open somewhat, but only an inch. Typically the dogs want to be wherever I am, and they were all lounging in the kitchen while I was finishing my lunch. After lunch I went out to the back garden and started doing some rather important jobbie uplifting (fun fun). After about ten minutes I realised that my dogs hadn't followed me out. Then the border terrier popped out to say hello. Min Pin still warm in her bed in the kitchen - but no poodle??? Definitely not right.
Checked the kitchen, shouted on him, and no reply. Went out the front, (door still shut against the hose) and my hubby working away. Asked him if he'd seen the dog? No...however the next door neighbor saw him out playing with HIS dog and then he disappeared. Great. So I stomped down the drive looking for missing poodle, hubby hot on my heels and me looking daggers at him. Neighbor being neighborly tagged along.
I started walking the neighborhood, which is very hilly btw....and shouting and no sighting. I was out walking for a good 30 minutes, and kept going toward the sound of barking dogs in case he was drawn to thenm as well (he's a nosy dog). Hubby got in the car and started driving round and eventually caught up to me after I'd managed to hike to the top of a hill and he'd found the dog, who was quivering in the front seat....I'd walked to the area where he was found running cross a busy road. I'm not sure WHO I wanted to kill just then, so I hugged them both.
By this time, farmer called, said we could come along to get the hay. When we got back from rescuing the dog, hubby mentioned to me that in his haste to clear the front door so he could close it properly and go looking for missing poodle, he'd dragged the hose back to the garden and knocked over the huge bucket of dog food. Great, so my border terrier is home having a smorgasbord! I went from having a missing dog to one with bloat???? No, he assures me he shoveled most of it up and then shut the laundry room door so they couldn't get to rest of it. Okay, I can clear that up while he goes to hook up the wee wagon. However, upon trying to open the laundry room door, I found that I couldn't open it as the drying rack that stands folded behind the door must have fallen over when he slammed his way out earlier. LOL, WTF?! I managed to find a key to laundry room door and went round back to go in thru another door -- good thing I did or I was going to have to shove hubby in thru the cat flap! LOL
Hooked up our wee wagon to the back of the car, and set off never quite sure if the car was going to make it as it was making some rather awful sounds with loss of power - never mind. We're on our way, we're going! Managed that without too much stress (other than parting with an awful lot of cash for seemingly little amount of hay) and then on to yard to drop it off there. I stayed on to do the horsey chores and left hubby to get himself home.
When I arrived home, he said there were more problems when he got home. How so? Well....the barking and the blood....EH?????
When he got home from the yard, all three dogs were outside panic barking. When he went in thru hte laundry room to see what the story was, it seems that the door between the kitchen and the laundry room was shut. This meant that they could come in to the laundry room, but not the kitchen - so there was no reason that they'd have to stand outside and bark, except there's no cozy bed for their lordships. That's when he noticed the blood all over the lower part of the white walls in the Laundry. Turns out it was the auld yin's ear tip.
So with my crime scene investigation mind conjuring up the scene, best I can come up with is this:
We left the dogs to get hay - and Chester the Border terrier snooped where the food had been dumped. He found a few stray kibbles of behind the door and scratched and sniffed and scoffed til he loosened the door wedge and it shut. The other two joined him as the door could still open from that side, but it does swing shut without the wedge. Then I reckon as they started helping him hoover, a fight over teh last kibble ensued and Corki managed to get her ear nipped. She must have shook her head and sprayed blood everywhere. She possibly went out back to escape the painful place and got caught up in the hose pipe which was sort of blocking her path from the cat flap. She perhaps got confused out there and the border terrier stayed with her (he tends to be her protector). The poodle probably thought it was a party so joined them and the three of them barked til someone got home.
Phew.
I hate weekends.
and if you read all that, you deserve some of the coffee I've just made!
I think your theory sounds about right, ears do bleed like anything don't they, hope your little oldie is okay now.
" I love them too 
this story made me laugh all the same