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Thursday, December 30, 2010
The Importance of Good Pizza and a Good Dog

Words of advice: if you visit a pizza place and the establishment sells Pakoras and Pizzas and is run by mostly Indian chefs, get the pakoras. No pizza for you.

Somebody's had some epic food poisoning...

Not wanting to hurl or feel ill as I had for the past few hours at three this morning I decided to go for a walk. (Hey, it worked for me post-Tower of Terror ride at Disneyland, it should work now, right?)

And while we don't live in a crime laden neighborhood, bringing along the dog for protection seemed like a good idea. So parka on and dog out, we set off. The cold air felt great and once we got over by the lake it became clear that it was the perfect choice when sick.

Until a shadow appeared on the path ahead. Ludo raised his hackles ad began to growl. My big protector stuck himself between me and the shadow. No way anything was going to mess with my 130 lb pup.

That's when the shadow advanced. Ludo ran forward growling, ready to defend and the shadow began to retreat. That's when the moonlight glinted off it's back revealing a nice white stripe.

"Ludo! Ludo! Leave it! Here, Puppy!" I yelled.

The dog came trotting back, whimpering from stench. I stopped and hugged my sweet, brave dog anyway, and we headed home.

If I left it at that, you might think him the best dog in the world--chasing off a rabid skunk for me--but of course, I must present all the facts. On the way back we cut through the construction site for a new home. A hand washing station and portable toilet stood in our path.

Ludo, unable to smell anything, panicked. He barked quick truncated barks, unsure how to proceed. After scanning the area and seeing nothing I went forward. My big protector ran the other way, then leaned around the corner to make sure that I got through unscathed before following me.

And while I've always known he has cowardly tendencies, given his performance with the skunk, part of me felt as though a mountain lion might be perched atop the toilet, ready to pounce and feed on me.

In hindsight it might have preferable to my current state.

Pardon me, I have to spew.
posted by Lori @ 11:55 AM  
3 Comments:
  • At January 5, 2011 at 6:39 AM, Anonymous toilet guy said…

    Now that is one sweet looking dog! (if not sweet smelling) :)

     
  • At January 5, 2011 at 8:45 PM, Blogger Jessica said…

    Aw, what a good dog... well... yes good dog. Love the story, hope the stench is now gone. ;)

     
  • At January 14, 2011 at 2:08 AM, Anonymous Eryn said…

    Our dog pees on himself when tiny little blond girls try to pet him.

    Then he barks in terror & growls ferociously at snow men, or the satellite dish on our house, or even the fledgling dove on our porch.

    I like to pretend we're just dog sitting.

    I want to thank you for coming by my new blog today. It made me feel good. It also made me hurry up & get up some proper subscription links. I can't wait for the Valentine exchange this year, I'm so glad you joined us again! ;)

     

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