My Grandma doesn’t drive – never has – so yesterday when she wanted to go to her brothers farm to pick apples from the orchard, I took her and ended up taking all three of the kiddos as well. It started out well enough – each kid took a bucket, and little Ollie took the first apple she could find to start munching on and we set to work with the picking. For a few minutes, everything was peaceful…
Then suddenly… out of nowhere… came a blood curdling scream… I dropped my bucket of apples and turned to run to where the screaming Olivia sound was coming from when I saw this….
Big OL DOG standing over Olivia, dropping drool from both sides of his mouth while she stood frozen, staring up at the monstrous dog, screaming as long and loud as she could. The dog, totally unaffected by the raucous noise coming from this child, stood there, drooling and panting, with a blank look on his face, as if he was thinking, “YO, what’s happenin, fellas”. (In a deep, Barry White kind of voice, because he was a big, manly dog.) Once Ollie finished her scream, she got her wits about her enough to run to the safety of Grandma where she clung for dear life to Grandma’s legs pretty much the rest of the time we were there, with the exception of a few moments, where she hid under a tree, and scoped out the dog while Big OL DOG went from person to person looking for a good scratch behind the ears.
She never warmed up to Big OL DOG while we were there, and as we were leaving I asked her if we should take the doggy home with us in the car.
“Yeah” she said in a trembly voice.
As we started to pull out of the driveway, she started to cry. “I want my puppy!” she sobbed.
ha ha ha.
Up on a ladder,
inside the tree
there goes the ladder
out from under me
(Because Big OL Dog was one of those dogs that likes to “bump” people for attention. Also, Big OL Dog didn’t seem to notice the ladder was not a “people” he could get attention from.)