Many of our
customers and friends know I bring Annie – the sweetest
Shepherd-something mix there ever was – to work with me.Well, a few
months ago Dan got a puppy. He got him at the local dog shelter. The
dog is half Black Lab, half nit-wit! A one dog wrecking crew. "Oh,
he’ll get better as he gets older; he’s just a puppy, give him time."
That sort of dog.
Of course Woody (Dan went to Ohio State and says that if you went
to OSU, sometime in your life you have to have a dog named Woody)
can’t be in the shop with Dan because of the noise level – Woody just
refuses to wear hearing protection.
So where does Woody stay. You got it. In here. What does Woody do?
Chews. Everything! And usually barks when I get on the phone. That’s
the bark you may hear when you call.
That little puppy is now ninety pounds of ornery. Really should
have come with a warning label! Goes through rawhide chews like candy!
Loves to bring a really well chewed and soggy piece of rawhide to me
when I’m on the phone and drop it right in my lap. Sure – he’s just a
puppy, he’ll grow out of it.
Every month when I order head covers I order extra. Same with
grips. I don’t have to tell you why. When it’s quiet, Woody wanders
out into the shop. Grabs one or two, hides and chews them to
smithereens!
What about sweet Annie? Does she mind Woody? Woody outweighs her by
at least 35 pounds. Does Woody pester her? Woody tried to take her
rawhide chew once. Just once.
Sweet little Annie decked him. I think as Woody sulked away I could
hear Annie singing Martina McBride’s, "This One’s for the Girls."
