Hound dogs drool, but you probably knew that. I did, too. But did you know that when the drool starts to reach the floor, that’s the cue to do the shake?
What’s the shake, you ask?
It’s when the hound dog flings her head back and forth, batting herself with her mile-long ears, her face literally smacking her face, and flinging dog drool over anyone in the vicinity.
To be fair, Whoopi really only seriously drools when she drinks water. So, we’ve taken to watering her on the porch. Better for all of us because who wants to step her bare foot in a slippery pile of dog drool? (trust me on this one)
Hound dogs also bay. Like seriously loud. Ian says that when Whoopi is really barking he can feel it in his chest.
Ian and Whoopi have been spending a lot of time together. This is because he is the only person in the house large enough and strong enough to walk Whoopi on our property without great personal risk. (Ian is only 13, but he is 6 foot, 180 pounds of shot-put tossing muscle.)
As I’ve explained before, we live on a hill. Six acres of lovely countryside, but not a level spot of ground anywhere. Walking up the hill with Whoopi is nice. She is a sturdy tow-rope and it’s fairly easy going. Walking back down is another story. Once she has momentum on her side, I’m a goner. I stumble/run/ski along behind her like some kind of looney-tunes character, yelling “whoa” and pulling with both arms.
Walking both ever-enthusiastic Ginger (who is still here!) and Whoopi together is a silly idea.
I know this and yet this morning in a momentary loss of sanity, I decided that I’d take them both for a three mile jaunt up the road and back.
I’ve been a runner for many years now. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve read the recommendations that I should add an upper body workout to my exercise regime since running really only works you from the middle down. Us old people need to work out to avoid losing muscle mass. I’ve tried lifting weights in the basement but that’s just about as boring and tedious as sorting the silverware or going to the dentist.
Today, I discovered that running can be not only a good lower body workout but also an extremely challenging all-over workout. All you need is a 72-pound bloodhound determined to follow every scent that wafts by.
Our hollow echoed with me yelling, “LEAVE IT!” and “GOOD GIRL!” in between serious bicep building yanks that worked me all the way through my hamstrings and Achilles. It reminded me of a boot camp class I took years ago at the Y in which we had to tow truck tires across a parking lot. This was just like that, only imagine that the truck tires are gunning it in the opposite direction. Poor Ginger was a like a little rag doll each time Whoopi made for the hills, scooting along behind me all embarrassed at the end of her lead.
Comical doesn’t begin to describe it.
Add to this lovely scene the fact that Whoopi is spooked by large trucks and noisy cars and panics when they pass on our narrow road with no shoulder. Fun times.
We made it home and now Whoopi is sleeping on the deck and Ginger is snoring beside me and I feel like I’ve run a marathon.
I think I will be the first to admit I’ve taken on a little more than I can handle with this herd.