Report from the MountainsMay 13 | Posted by editor | News, Opinion Tags: Bette Sherman, Guest Column
Sleeping on the Edge
Guest column by Bette Sherman
I am pet sitting in a house with two dogs – a Dobe and a Mini Schnauzer. There are no toys – nothing to play with, nothing to occupy some time, nothing to distract them. I went out in the garage to see if I could find something – there was nothing that I could convert into a toy.
Willie loved to play with an empty plastic gallon jug. Nope. I even looked in the trash for an empty plastic jar. I looked in all the drawers – the pantry. There was a large exercise ball, but that scared them.
In my food locker I had a small bag of those tiny Yukon Gold potatoes. I got the roundest one I had and rolled it. TOY. The Dobie ran after it and brought it back for me to do it again. Not quite a true retriever style, but good enough for me to continue four or five times till the Dobie missed – the Mini dodged in, grabbed it and ate it. I just got another potato, and when the Dobie missed the potato got eaten. I laughed till my stomach ached and I ran out of potatoes.
(A potato a day and the Dobie can play.)
Bette Sherman is a favorite of the Georgia Mountain Beacon and is a regular contributor. She is retired and is a pet-sitter who loves to write.