Chloë Survives a Scare

Chloë awaits another treat.

Nothing big happened in the week Lynn stayed with me.  By Sunday, most sidewalks in our neighborhood were clear of last week’s snow and ice, but it was still pretty cold. We suffered through a few nights of noisy wind; I could hear tree branches snapping and garbage can lids and recycling containers flying around or flapping  up and down. It got so windy one night that Claire’s empty compost bin blew all the way across the street and landed on the sidewalk beside Heather’s car. I heard it rolling.  That night our lights kept flickering, but power never went out, thank goodness. (Although if we got into a real emergency I have the utmost confidence in Lynn; more than I have in Mike, frankly.)

I had fun (and lots of treats) with Lynn, but when Mike and Heather got home I went crazy for them, anyway. After all, I know where my bread is buttered 50 weeks a year (more or less).  So I pretended to like them when they got back even more than I did when they left. This little act will insure more favorable treatment for me in the long run.

Chloë walks in Discovery Park with Heather.

The next afternoon all three of us went for a two-hour hike all around the park, and on Monday Mike and I played fetch with my purple-and-white ball in the lower part of the park for a real long time. In fact, a lady who was walking by marveled not only at my cuteness (as is the norm, of course) but of my speed! I was flattered, but I still wouldn’t let her pet me.

Then, just as it was getting dark. I suddenly veered off the park road for an instant and then re-emerged, limping. I had gone into a premeditated “sympathy routine” that I had devised while Mike and Heather were away.  I was merely pretending to  be limping, and I must have been playing my part well. Mike ran over to me quickly, kneeled down and thoroughly checked my right front foot and leg, feeling carefully between my toes and my joints. I let him handle me with no fuss– but when he couldn’t find anything amiss and asked me to walk,  I made myself stumble badly. Then Mike got genuinely worried. He briefly considered his options and, just as I had hoped, decided to carry me all the way from where we were (near the park Visitors’ Center) all the way to our house, probably about a mile and pretty much all uphill.

I could tell immediately that the leg that’s been giving Mike trouble for  a long time was bothering him every step of the way, so I was feeling a little guilty,  and I tried not to fidget around so much.  Actually, I kind of liked being carried around; I felt kind of like Liz Taylor in Cleopatra.

Chloë and Mr. Monkey wrestle in front of crate.

But when we got near the park entrance and started to cross the street to our house, I spied the Macs–MacDuff and MacKenzie, my Bichon friends from down our street–trotting toward us. Great, I thought; I hadn’t had any opportunity to torment them in a couple of weeks at least! Just seeing them made me wiggle so demonstrably that Mike was obliged to kneel to the ground and put me on the sidewalk, and I sprinted the last 20 feet or so to intercept them. They are such wimps–I really enjoy making them miserable for a few seconds.

Chloë hides under Mike’s sweatshirt.

So, with my cover blown, I decided to forego the charade any longer (at least for now), and I proceeded to act and walk normally for the rest of the day, and the next day I showed no signs of lameness, causing Mike to wonder what made me limp the day before. In the afternoon I played fetch with Mike for about a half-hour straight , and then capped the day by chasing  a bunny into a thicket of Scotch broomMike had to crawl in and drag me out by my harness. I have to admit that I’m glad he did, or I’d probably still be out there in another cold, dark and rainy night. My sleeping crate with blankets and Mr. Monkey is sure preferable to that.

So I guess you could say things are back to normal, at least for the time being.

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6 responses to “Chloë Survives a Scare

  1. Chloe, it wasn’t very nice of you to make Mike carry you all the way home.
    Don’t you remember that not too long ago he had a delicate condition, and shouldn’t be carrying heavyweights like you around.

    • Hey, Aunt Susie, watch who you’re calling a heavyweight! Don’t confuse me with my rotund brothers, Frank and Stanley. And I’ve noted that it doesn’t look like you’ve met many cupcakes you didn’t like, either.

  2. We once had a Brittany Spaniel, Linus, who had perfected a sympathy limp routine; when it stopped working on us he had no shame and would pull it with strangers.

    • George, I’ve known plenty of spaniels who have no shame…and I’m proud to join them. Rest assured, after seeing how well this ploy worked, I’m definitely going to keep it in my golf bag for future deployment. Thanks for writing, it’s always good to hear from my fans in Alaska.

  3. Glad you made it back and are in the pink with Chloe…
    You might rough draft a storyline about a dog that goes down a hole, maybe “Chloe in Wonderland” or “Chloe in Scotch Broom.” Perhaps you could follow her down the rabbit hole and report rather than fictionalize.
    Maybe Chloe was limping as a signal for you to get in and get your leg looked after…. B.

    • Thanks, Bill. I’ll pass that info along to Mike, who might be able to incorporate your great idea into the children’s book series that he’s been working on for the past decade or so. It’s too bad Mike can’t churn out copy nearly as fast as I can. And I agree with you that Mike needs to take care of that leg. He’s having a tough time keeping up with me!

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