I was just washing a load of dog towels and thought of this story. We have two dogs, Rosey and Lucy, who get toweled off when they come in from the rain, hence, the dog towels.
Several years ago Paul was hunting and fishing with a guy named Chip. Why any 60-year-old man would go by the name CHIP is beyond me but he did. Even Paul thought he was a bit of a bore who talked and talked but never listened but he had some good hunting spots and a nice boat so he put up with him.
So Chip and his wife, whose name escapes me, invited us to meet them for dinner near their house at some special place they raved about. I figured it had to be a nice place so I got moderately dressed up. Big mistake, the joint wasn't much more than a diner, and I could have worn my gym clothes and not looked out of place. The food was okay, and they invited us back to their house for dessert.
They took us through the garage which was in the lower level of the house. But before going upstairs we had to sit and watch videos of them catching fish in Florida. That was just a thrill a minute, and I tried not to fall asleep figuring I'd miss dessert.
Upstairs we go and out from one of their bedrooms, where she apparently had been crated, flies this hyper little spaniel who jumped everywhere including on us. I hate to be jumped on by a dog, including my own who know better anyway. This dog was nuts.
They made little or no attempt to call her away. That was bad enough but then the little shit starts running to her water bowl, slurping up a faceful and then running back at us with water flying everywhere. I'm doing my best with my hands to fend off the shower of water and dog drool.
A normal person would have called the dog away from the guests, right? No, he says to his wife, "Get them a towel." I had noticed a nicely folded pile of towels in the garage when we came through. Sure enough, she heads for the basement and brings back two of the towels. Paul and I are giving each other are they kidding looks.
Finally dessert time arrives and we sat on one side of the island and they were on the opposite. Sure enough the dog starts climbing all over us as we sit. Paul reached down and slipped his finger into the collar and twisted a little for a second or two, not to hurt her but to give her a message. When he let go, said dog walked away and laid down.
We haven't been back since, but if we ever do visit again, I'm wearing a rain coat.
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