Remembering King,
Alert, loving, and loyal.
His days were too short.
Fun and sweet story about our King. One morning just after daybreak, I heard a ruckus in the back yard. Looking out the window, without my glasses, I saw King with a goose. The goose’s head was in King’s mouth. I yelled at him to turn loose the goose. After repeated orders which he did not respond to, I put on my glasses and high-tailed it out the back door to free the goose and “rebuke” the dog for not obeying me. As I drew closer to the dog, I could see that he was standing there timidly waiting for someone to come rescue him. The goose had a grip on King’s tongue and would not let go!
Moral? There must be a lesson here about getting hold of something that won’t let go. It probably started out as play.
Ronovan writes haiku Challenge #139, king and day
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Aw poor King! Definitely a lesson in there somewhere. Never mess with a goose!
I cannot remember why we had the goose. It had to be very temporary. His attack on King’s tongue is all I remember of the goose. 😀
I guess the goose didn’t like being goosed by King 😉 Was he ok after that? King that is.
Haha. King didn’t show me his tongue but as far as I know he didn’t suffer long. 😀 I probably didn’t give the goose what he deserved. 😀
Then I guess he was ok lol Have a wonderful weekend, my friend! ❤
Oh no! That’s definitely not the ending I expected! 😬
Poor King. I suppose he knew how he could have won his pain; just by biting down on the goose, but he chose not to do that. Isn’t that sweet? 😀
I love this story. Wonderful dog. Amazing how what we ‘see’ is not the whole truth. Thank you.
Someone on FB pointed out your point about not believing what we see, or something along that line. Good lesson point.
I looked us your books on Amazon last night. Your novels looked like the kind of plots I would enjoy. I will probably get to them before long, since I see you most days, so I won’t forget!
What a great story to start my morning. I really did enjoy it. Geese can be bold, to say the least. I learned as a pretty young kid that I could mess with the chickens all I wanted, but I’d best leave those geese alone. There’s nothing like being chased by a goose to impress a five-year-old.
That’s the same response I get from my little sister who read this on FB. She thought maybe we had a duck instead of a goose. My son said we had got it by some happen-chance because it was near Easter, but it was definitely a goose, long necked and laid goose eggs. He didn’t remember what happened to it. We probably took it to the lake to free ourselves and our German Shepherd. They both told me I was wrong about his name; he was Griff, not King. If I had remembered that, I would not have been able to use it for that haiku. Too late now. King was apparently a dog that belonged to my parents. My family on FB keep me accountable!
Maybe your dog thought he was going to play “duck-duck-goose,” and realized too late he was playing “goose-goose-uh-oh!”
Hey, that’s sharp. 😀 If he was “goose-goose-duck,” he ducked too late!
Lovely haiku and homage to King. ❤
Thank you, Vashi. I haven’t seen you in quite a while. Are you still active on BW? Maybe I have you confused with another Vashti. If so, I sending smiles anyway. 😀
A lovely story. I have Juno, a GSD, and we have Jack, a black cat, who seems to find joy in getting Juno into trouble.
Thank you, V K I went to your blog and returned your follow.
King must be glad that it was not a turtle. My dog, Skooby, is only after squirrel. Never been able to catch one. Not sure what he will do if he catches one. His other pleasure is hunting bees. Had been bitten number of times but never gives up. After $105 emergency vet expense once ( his limping miraculously vanished once we entered the vet’s office), I have learnt to ignore.
A snapping turtle would indeed be tough to loose from his tongue. Your Skooby sounds adventuresome. 😀
We need to be careful with Skooby. He is barely 18 lbs and recently we have coyotes in our neighborhood.
And they can be mighty bold if they are hungry. So they will come near one’s house. Take care of Skooby. Next time a vet might not be able to restore. I’m closing up my blog for the night. Good night from Oklahoma USA.
Wrote a haiku today about my recent encounter with a coyote at Comment-A-Haiku Competition at VITA Brevis.
I hopped over to see the action on your blog. Fantastic participation. Nice haiku from the group. I did enjoy your submission. Well done. Like the ending. The coyote was as intrigued as you were! Ambitious plan you have to conduct this four day activity. Much success to you.