CANADIAN TIGER SWALLOWTAIL
A few Sundays ago, Sue and Buster, while walking down our lane-way, had a stand-off with a large male black bear. The bear was standing on his hind legs. Amazingly, Buster never barked a peep, Sue never said a peep and the bear growled nary a peep.
This adventure ended with the bear getting off his back legs and ambling away. Didn’t run. He ambled.
Sue, meantime, stayed on her hind legs and Buster on his four legs and they didn’t slowly amble back to the trailer.
Consequently, their walk was postponed for twenty minutes. Some folks might have delayed it for a day, a week, a month or even got out of Dodge City altogether.
This adventure ended with the bear getting off his back legs and ambling away. Didn’t run. He ambled.
Sue, meantime, stayed on her hind legs and Buster on his four legs and they didn’t slowly amble back to the trailer.
Consequently, their walk was postponed for twenty minutes. Some folks might have delayed it for a day, a week, a month or even got out of Dodge City altogether.
EAGLE ENJOYING THE SCNERY
Now, I didn’t have as exciting an encounter as Sue when I took Buster for a walk, but it was rather eventful for an early Sunday morning ramble on a quiet dirt road.
Of course, first off, Buster had to stop at the cat house and take a gander at the kitty cats before we continued on with our hike. And after that was completed to his satisfaction, we were back to putting our boots to the gravel.
Our neighbour then drove up in his large pick-up, so we chatted and swatted bugs.
Suddenly, while we were in mid-conversational-stride, we were startled by the sound of a speeding engine. Within seconds an old guy was roaring his vehicle around the corner, his brakes only a distant thought.
I quickly tightened up on Buster’s leash and pulled him to the side of the road while the neighbour pulled his truck to the other side of the road.
Of course, first off, Buster had to stop at the cat house and take a gander at the kitty cats before we continued on with our hike. And after that was completed to his satisfaction, we were back to putting our boots to the gravel.
Our neighbour then drove up in his large pick-up, so we chatted and swatted bugs.
Suddenly, while we were in mid-conversational-stride, we were startled by the sound of a speeding engine. Within seconds an old guy was roaring his vehicle around the corner, his brakes only a distant thought.
I quickly tightened up on Buster’s leash and pulled him to the side of the road while the neighbour pulled his truck to the other side of the road.
Biking Trail Near Judique
After the old guy’s dust had barely settled, we were off again and soon Buster was sniffing around for a poo-poo place that faced north or almost north. Before he’d located the perfect drop-off point, he began yelping and crying.
I hurried through the bug-infested long grass to find out what was wrong and discovered that poor Buster had stapled his front paw to barbed wire.
I flung down my walking stick and began trying to figure out how to disengage his paw. It was tough. If I pulled his paw up it might further entrap it. Moving his paw forwards or backwards might also exasperate things and cause Buster more pain. What I did do was gently wiggle his paw sideways and up and down, and however it happened, Buster was able to pull his paw free.
I hurried through the bug-infested long grass to find out what was wrong and discovered that poor Buster had stapled his front paw to barbed wire.
I flung down my walking stick and began trying to figure out how to disengage his paw. It was tough. If I pulled his paw up it might further entrap it. Moving his paw forwards or backwards might also exasperate things and cause Buster more pain. What I did do was gently wiggle his paw sideways and up and down, and however it happened, Buster was able to pull his paw free.
BUSTER'S BUDDY
Then onwards and upwards. Buster, unfortunately, onwarded and upwarded with a slight limp. However, within a few minutes, he found a safe, clean, north-facing comfort station where he was able to unload.
When we reached the Cabot Trail, a huge tourist bus roared by. On the side of the bus was written, in large letters, CHRISTIAN TOURS.
Buster telepathically said, “I believe, Larry, that those good folks are going to a Cape Breton Christian church for a Sunday service.”
I concurred.
When we reached the Cabot Trail, a huge tourist bus roared by. On the side of the bus was written, in large letters, CHRISTIAN TOURS.
Buster telepathically said, “I believe, Larry, that those good folks are going to a Cape Breton Christian church for a Sunday service.”
I concurred.
RIDE HIM COWBOY
As we proceeded back to the trailer we suddenly heard the sound of another vehicle approaching. It sounded like it was really flying!
Once again I tightened up on Buster’s leash and pulled him off the road. And this is no word of a lie. It was the same old gaffer, driving the same old vehicle and he was going over the speed limit. And, get this, he was backing up.
I waved and Buster wagged at him and I think he must have waved back because there was a noticeable swerve in his backing- up trajectory. We were witnessing skill at a high level.
“I wonder,” Buster said telepathically, “if there is a different speed limit for driving backwards?”
I pondered on this.
Buster and I finally arrived home, where Buster telepathically said, “Larry, I think you forgot your walking stick back at the barbed wire emergency.”
I concurred and said some other words.
Once again I tightened up on Buster’s leash and pulled him off the road. And this is no word of a lie. It was the same old gaffer, driving the same old vehicle and he was going over the speed limit. And, get this, he was backing up.
I waved and Buster wagged at him and I think he must have waved back because there was a noticeable swerve in his backing- up trajectory. We were witnessing skill at a high level.
“I wonder,” Buster said telepathically, “if there is a different speed limit for driving backwards?”
I pondered on this.
Buster and I finally arrived home, where Buster telepathically said, “Larry, I think you forgot your walking stick back at the barbed wire emergency.”
I concurred and said some other words.
Buster doesn’t struggle with carrying the newspaper, it’s the unwrapping he has trouble with.
