My Hero, Taz

It has so been my week. First, starting out with a great date last Saturday. Got a song stuck in my head I can’t get out and one I’m not sure I want to leave. Got the great haircut, won the little company award, received a 2005 WNBA Championship ring replica from someone I know over at the Monarchs, got a really nice call from the woman who mentors me in our company on her day off that was so full of genuine good wishes, I got verklempt, touched base with my buddies, went to two Monarchs games, and did a little retail therapy all by myself without my Personal Shopper—please don’t tell her, and took a nap. What’s not to like about a Friday? Especially when there are so many more excellent Fridays in my immediate future.

 

I had the dog door installed by my best pal over a week ago. Seemed a simple concept—dogs puts nose on flap and walks through from one side to go out and the other to come back in. The dog door marketing people hadn’t met Daisy yet. Even with a nose the size of hers, she just couldn’t seem to get it. Daisy is a smart adult Collie after all, but I now know where “like teaching an old dog new tricks” came from.

 

She’s also the dog who hears anything sounding remotely like a firecracker, a clap of thunder, or a backfire and she leaps straight up into the air into my arms even when I’m standing up, she’s such a chicken. She’d stick her nose down to the flap, but refused to push through, turning back to look at me as if to say, “Why, oh, why do you do these things to me?” I had to stand either outside or inside and hold the flap open and make sure it didn’t drop on her in any way, or she’d skitter away and not try it again for a full day. I looked pretty stupid running out one door, around the house to the dog door, holding it open so they could go out, rinsing and repeating throughout the day—I even contemplated going through it myself to provide a good example, but there was no way my big white butt was going to get through. This became one of those times when Super Taz came to the rescue. Taz is my sister’s dog—a huge, brown beast. He is a pro at the dog door. I sent the little puppy girl Gina over to my sister’s for the week during the day and Taz had her going through the door in no time. And, better yet, my smart little puppy received benefit of all the resources I could muster, and all it cost me was a little T-Bone tip for Taz.

 

From the dog's point of view, his master is an elongated and abnormally 
cunning dog. ~Mabel Louise Robinson

 Published on: Jun 24, 2006