Sniff and Scratch

Posted on September 30th, 2013 in Magical Monday, Stories

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From the Bloodhound Chronicles, by Hank C. Hound ( a story really written by the Blond Duck)

It’s raining again.

You know what that means.

No afternoon walk, no backyard romp, just a long day of stalking dust bunnies and laying about. Any day a dog can avoid a bath, even one from nature, is a good day indeed.  Besides, all we have to do is wait until the clouds go away.  All you have to do, young pup, is position yourself by the door.

No, not that door.  The side door.  The one closest to the yard.  Yes, I know the toilet is delicious and there’s all sorts of intoxicating smells but you can sniff those anytime.  Is the kitchen by the front door?  I didn’t think so.  Get your furry butt over there.  Finally– you know, when I was a pup, we used to have to sleep on cold tile floors in thirty degree houses– I digress.  Wait carefully.  Act like you’re interested in your paws.  Don’t let the humans onto anything– they’re suspicious creatures, like cats.  Ready, set…Go!

Oh, the freedom!  Oh, the smells! Yes, yes, there’s mud, but first you must sniff!  Then scratch.  Isn’t that delicious?  The rain melds into the grass and all the smells seep out, just waiting for our noses to drink in the intoxicating aroma of beetles and potting soil.  What do you mean, you can’t smell?  What kind of bloodhound are you?  Press your nose to the ground and take a deep breath.  Put the bug back– he doesn’t deserve to die like that.  Now scratch and dig as hard as you can! Roll in the mud, splash in the puddles–can you smell the clouds yet?

Of course they want to give you a bath, but we’re not through.  Slide under the gate, that’s right under that bush, and head to the freedom of the street.  The aroma of long-soaked urine on telephone poles and mailboxes fills the air, with oil-slicked tire tracks leading us to anywhere.  That’s right you’ve got the hang of it now.  Sniff and scratch, sniff and scratch.

Count your blessings you’re a bloodhound.

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20 Responses to “Sniff and Scratch”

  1. Tina Bradley Says:

    Ah, animal joy! Aren’t pets (animals, period) the best? Hugs & joy, T.

  2. Mary Jo Says:

    The life of a bloodhound is not that different than my cat, but without the bath part!
    xo Mary Jo

  3. Natasha Says:

    Love, love, love this. Cats are suspicious creatures, indeed.

  4. ladyfi Says:

    This sounds like heaven for Oscar too – except he’s quite good about not rolling in the mud.

  5. Channon Says:

    Thankfully, neither of my girls roll in the mud!

  6. Rachel Says:

    Adorable!

  7. Georgina Says:

    This makes me miss my dog so much – you captured the personality perfectly!

  8. Krysten Says:

    Haha cute!

  9. Chic 'n Cheap Living Says:

    Ahh the life of a bloodhound – scratch and sniff!

    xoxo,
    Chic ‘n Cheap Living

  10. Tamara Says:

    There are many blessings for the life of a blesshound!

  11. Pam Says:

    So sweet. My dog is staring out the door right now watching the rain pour buckets.

  12. Dancing Branflake Says:

    Is it weird that I love how you describe weather? I feel like I’m right in that scene!

  13. Sara Says:

    That was so cute!

  14. Marjie Says:

    Hank is one articulate hound!

  15. Pietro Says:

    Very nice and fluent!
    No more posts on my blog at the moment: I’m still up there, in the mountains (with the imagination…) :-)

  16. gloria Says:

    Love this Duckie, the pets are special:))

  17. Amber Says:

    Very cute! My cat loves to sniff.

  18. Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella Says:

    Hehe I’ve always wondered what life as a dog was like! :D

  19. Libby Says:

    Our little dog hates bath time as well! We try to bribe him a little by offering a treat once the bath is over :)

  20. Charlotte Says:

    Oh, this, little duckie. You know I love me some pups and I had a beagle named Linus once and he… well, this was him in a nutshell. He’d take any opportunity to break free and roll in dirt and mud and sniff and scratch.

    This brought back happy memories :) And also makes me excited about adding another furry friend to my life on a consistent basis. Hope all is well with you, sweet girl!

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