Thursday, August 6, 2009

City boys become country boys

After my mother-in-law passed away, we had to go out to the country to her home to help my husband's siblings pack up the house. The three hour drive was no joy given the circumstances. However, it is made even more onerous when the boys decide that, rather than use the entire back end of the SUV that contains their toys, bedding, water dish and other assorted treats, they MUST spend the entire ride on my lap. Both of them...together. Side by side. They switch positions every two minutes.  About 10 minutes away from our destination, they decide that perhaps it's time to go in the back and curl up for a nap.
When we get to my mother-in-law' place, the boys perk up because they know that here they can run amok without leashes and still never run out space to roam. They water every tree, and when they run out of liquid they simply lift their legs at the remaining ones while looking puzzled that nothing comes out. Well, by the 35th tree you would think they would learn that nothing is left. However, being very determined little Shih-Tzus, they are adamant that they are going to mark every last one. 

I lost Rocki at one point...he had chased a bird all across the garden but ended up finding a cat and chasing him up the tree. This is the same cat that came to visit earlier in the day - it belongs to the neighbor across the road. Bruiser was actually quite friendly when the large, yellow cat came to visit. Rocki kept his distance but Bruiser started sniffing and the cat kind of let him as it slithered around. The cat then got bored and decided to trot off into a large rock garden at the front of the house. Bruiser, ever the inquisitive one, followed the cat into the shrubbery. I called him repeatedly and said "no" in my loudest voice, but Bruiser was going after the cat. He had the cat backed up against a tree and I began yelling for him again, but Bruiser was going to have to learn the hard way. The cat suddenly "meowed" and slapped Bruiser across the face with his paw. Bruiser squealed and leaped backwards, landing on a dead rose bush. He screamed again as the sharp branches scraped his skin and frantically skittered out of the rock garden. Needless to say, for the rest of the day, he followed me quite closely and was an excellent listener. The next day was another story entirely...

Even though the boys have oodles of acres to run through and explore, this apparently is not good enough. When things got just a wee bit too quiet in the yard, I decided to go investigating. I found my two "precious" boys digging a large hole where the hose to the sump pit is. I called for the two of them to come out. To my shock, Rocki listened immediately and took off while Bruiser started growling when he realized I was about to take him away from this most enjoyable activity. As I leaned in to physically drag Bruiser out, my husband had caught up with Rocki and was wrestling a dead bird from his mouth. From the tone of my husband's voice, I could tell it was not going to well for him. I let him deal with that. After all, I had a filthy little Shih-Tzu to clean up.

Ah yes...the joys of going to the country. Did I mention we're not going back in the near future?