corvuss

We were out on an extended Saturday walk this morning, and I was a very bad slave.

Dudley and Minnie were behaving quite well on our walk, not trying to yank my arms from the socket anytime a rabbit or squirrel showed up, just taking things easy and sniffing all the early autumn smells.

Well, as we were leaving the neighborhood commons, there is a huge old Walnut tree. The tree had a bumper crop this year, walnuts everywhere, still in their husks. (Anyone who doesn't know, walnuts come off the tree with an outer layer I call the husk, which makes them a little bigger than a tennis ball, and fairly hard.)
I have always liked kicking things like walnuts, early apples, anything like that, down the sidewalk as we go along if something kickable happens to be found enroute. Kind of a silly game, see if I can keep it on the sidewalk as long as possible.

So what did I do today? There was a real nice round green walnut on the sidewalk, it may as well have shouted "Kick Me!"
So I kicked it.
Pretty hard.
And hit Dudley right in the side of his face with it!

Of course I immediately felt terrible about it, stopped right there and checked him out. He had barely reacted when it hit him, and he didn't realize that I had done it, so he wasn't afraid or cowering. I couldn't find any evidence that anything had happened at all, so I just apologized to him and on we went.

This was a few hours ago, of course I still feel bad about it, but I keep checking him, and he is fine. No swelling or anything, and he's totally being his regular self.
He has no clue why he got extra treats, but he asked no questions, just munched 'em down!

I hereby promise to be a better slave and to never again kick projectiles that could hit my hound buddies!

Vision

I'm surprised he didn't try to eat it. That green husk will dye your fingers green for a few days.

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Valerie and George

Oh, I think he knew all right, but figured treats is treats and he might as well suck 'em down. Seriously, though, no one is more forgiving than a dog. He's forgotten all about it!

Sandy and Bo

Everytime I go to town
The boys keep kickin my dog around
I don't care if he is a hound
They better quit kickin my dog around

(from an old song, I think)

Sandy

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Emma and Doris

Don't Know Why They Kick My Dog
(You Gotta Quit Kickin' My Dog Around / Every Time I Go To Town)
Gid Tanner
June-Oct. 1967
cd imgA TREE WITH ROOTS (T-731)
June-Oct. 1967
cd imgTHE GENUINE BASEMENT TAPES Vol. 4 (T-223)



Every time i go to town
The boys keep kickin' my dog around
Don't know why i'm goin' to town
Don't know why they kick my dog around.

(dog, dog, dog
dog, dog, dog
dog, dog, dog
why, why, why
why, why, why
why, why, why
why, why, why)

Every time i go to town
The boys keep kickin' my dog around
I don't know why i go to town
Don't know why they kick my dog around

(dog, dog, dog) yes, yes, yes
(why, why, why) oh-ho
(dog, dog, dog) why, why, why
(why, why, why) dog around

Every time i go and get a meal
I can see the boys they're plannin' to steal
While that dog he's waggin' his tail
He helps me pick up the mornin' mail.

Every time i go to town
The boys keep kickin' my dog around
Don't know why they kick my dog around
I just keep goin' to town.

I don't know why
(why, why, why) I don't know bark
(dog, dog, dog) I don't know why
(bark, bark, bark) bark-a bark, bark
(quack, quack, quack) duck, duck, duck
(duttuduttudu) pig pig pig
(bark bark bark) dig dig dig

Rubydoo

Ruby was running after her "bear" (all her toys are called bears) and she knocked the side of her head on the legof the coffee table. It was a very loud thunk! I went over and she was alright; she just shook her head and ran on with her bear in her mouth! And yes, she does run still at times now that it's cooler out.

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