Sometimes, when you have a dog…

Sometimes, when you have a dog, she’ll get herself stuck behind the dryer and you’ll be late for work.  During your morning routine you note in passing that you don’t hear her clicking as she paces the hardwood floors and you assume that she’s eating breakfast or has settled down on her blankets.  Just as you check the clock to see that you’re running right on time, you hear, “Bark!” from across the house.  It is a single, alarmed bark and not a shriek of pain, which is good at least, and you run through the house to find the dog.  When you reach the kitchen you hear another single “Bark!”, this time sounding like an alert or announcement; you expect to see her staring at a large scorpion on the floor or out the window at a cat in the back yard.  You don’t see her in the hall, the kitchen, or the dog room.

Aha! you say, it came from behind the mostly closed laundry room door, she must have gotten closed in accidentally.  But you don’t see her in there either and start to get worried.  You look under the dog blanket pile, and next to the laundry basket, and behind the closet door, and between the wall and washer, which finally leads you to look behind the washing machine.  There you find her, wedged in the corner as far behind the dryer as she can get, unable to move forward or backward or turn around.

Sometimes, when you have a dog, you’re glad that you’re petite and also have developed some muscle during the previous six months.  Sometimes, when you have a dog, you have to wedge yourself in the six-inch space between washer and wall, then shove the washing machine until it moves forward a few inches.  You tilt yourself to the side and reach down and you’re just able to reach the dog enough to pull her back a bit, then you lift her up one-handed hoping the awkward grip doesn’t hurt her old-lady-dog back, using your other arm to clear a path through the tubes and cords.

Sometimes, when you have a dog, you realize that you need to keep the laundry room door closed.

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July 1, 2009. Dog, Words.

One Comment

  1. Mom replied:

    Lucky little dog that she barked when she heard you leaving, and that you could manuever things around to free her. Phew. Was she after a rodent or what?

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