DOGS CAN BE A PAIN IN THE BUTT

I bruised my tailbone as a result of a storm, although I never stepped outside my house. This was a raging bull of a storm with wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and even hailstones. It went on long enough and strong enough to break off a large limb from a tree in our backyard. The next day, we discovered a nest had fallen out and the baby birds had been crushed by the impact. I don’t understand why, but dogs like to rub their entire body over dead carcasses. It’s like the preferred Susam and Lady 313eau de toilette of the canine kingdom, I suppose. My golden retriever, Lady, had a good ol’ time rolling over the deceased birdies. As you might guess, I couldn’t stand the putrid odor that reeked from her fur. The next day I took her to the groomers.

And that is where the trouble started. When Lady saw where she was, she freaked. She must have thought: A bath? Blow dry? Shears? Clippers? Yikes! She bolted from the car and tried to high-tail it into the street with traffic moving in both directions. I held on to her leash for dear life. Because she weighs 65 pounds and I weigh a little over 100, she dragged me down across the asphalt parking lot. I skinned up my hands, arm, and banged up my shoulder. Not to worry. I managed to stand up and get her to stop, but once I again tried to lead her to the groomers’ door, the same dang thing happened! This time, I landed on my butt. Finally, a lady drove up and helped me get the dog inside the groomers’ shop.

 For about two weeks, I suffered in pain. I even drove four hours to Charleston and back sitting on an ice pack. Because I was tired of standing up most of the time (the only time I felt relief), I went to the doctor. After six days of medication, I am fine now. Over the years, I’ve had my butt chewed, I’ve acted like a butt, and on occasion I’ve kissed a few butts. But this is the first time I have injured my butt. Fortunately, I can now sit down and type this without feeling pain. Sweet!

About Susan MIlls Wilson

Susan Mills Wilson is a native of North Carolina where she writes romantic suspense. She is the leader of the Charlotte Writers Club Mystery Critique Group and a member of Charlotte Writers Club. Subscribe to Susan’s blog at www.susanmillswilson.com.
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