This morning dawned like any other. Alarm goes off, grab a cup of coffee & down to the barn to feed the mares. Little black dog leading the way, Anna still asleep & Chief checking out the yard. Since it was 12 degrees, no one stayed out with me long. Chief was the first to return to the comforts of home, followed by Hope. As I was going about my morning chores, I thought I heard a yelp, coming from the house. I looked up, saw nothing, but heard my neighbors beagle bark. I decided it was him.....
I finished with my chores & started up the path to the house, that's when I saw Chief's butt, hanging out the dog door. "Hmmmmm, that's odd!" I quickened my pace over the icy path. Arriving at the dog door, I gently pushed his bum forward, encouraging him to enter. No go.
I pushed again. No go.
I pushed more firmly, concerned about what was happening, on the other side of the door...
Chief moved through the door, but I still couldn't open it; apparently he was laying on the other side. A bit freaked out by this point, I pushed the door open, & what I saw had me LOL. There was my poor Chief, cowering with his head AND right front shoulder inside the cover of the cat litter hood!!!!
The poor dog was shaking horribly & literally peeing himself, (this would be the reason I have no pictures of this humiliating situation). Laughing, I gently maneuvered his leg out of the hood's 'entrance' & then removed his head (he was paralyzed). Once free he immediately leapt into my arms , 65 pounds of trembling pointer!
I couldn't help myself from laughing as I consoled & examined him for injuries. Thankfully, he managed to escape, with all but his pride intact. ;-)
You can see in this photo, that he did sustain a tiny cut under his eye. No doubt from the flying plastic as he careened around the basement, fighting off his attacker.
You can also see that the hood did not escape unscathed either. Notice the large crack in the side... not to mention the assorted plastic parts I found scattered around the basement..... evidence of the massive battle that ensued there...
After cuddling with me, he ran upstairs to Anna, my perfect little lady, who I do believe told him I , "I told you NOT to do it!"
I'm betting he's lost his taste for kitty snacks.....
