I have a headache. A the-boy-who-removes-the-sword-from-my-head-shall-be-king kinda headache.
That got me to thinking about that one time at the cabin when the pooch got sick.
I’d escaped to the mum’s cabin to study for my exams. The pooch came with me, of course, since her life naturally seems bleak and meaningless without me (just like yours would, I’m sure). That, and she can’t feed herself. This also meant that once we arrived at our destination, I felt obligated to fix her up some kibble and water.
To the tiny fridge in the tiny kitchen I went. There was no running water in the cabin, and I was to plain lazy to walk down to the river and fetch some, so I filled her bowl with some of the bottled water from the refrigerator. How many dogs do you know that get the chance to drink Evian, huh? Not many, I bet. Little did I know…
The pooch drank and ate and pretty much passed out in a corner. All was peaceful. For a while.
I was deeply engulfed in the oh so fascinating world of hydrology (ironically enough) when the pooch woke up and made it clear that she wanted to go outside, by a long series of jumping and screaming her head off.
As soon as the door opened, she bolted out to the nearest bush and began making it miserable by throwing up on it like a sailor on shore-leave (or whatever they call it).
I later learned that the Evian bottle contained holy water. The kinda stuff that’s blessed by a priest. Why anyone my mum’s would keep holy water in the cabin (or why they would have holy water at all, for that matter) I have no idea.
It is, however, obvious that religion does not agree with my dog…
That got me to thinking about that one time at the cabin when the pooch got sick.
I’d escaped to the mum’s cabin to study for my exams. The pooch came with me, of course, since her life naturally seems bleak and meaningless without me (just like yours would, I’m sure). That, and she can’t feed herself. This also meant that once we arrived at our destination, I felt obligated to fix her up some kibble and water.
To the tiny fridge in the tiny kitchen I went. There was no running water in the cabin, and I was to plain lazy to walk down to the river and fetch some, so I filled her bowl with some of the bottled water from the refrigerator. How many dogs do you know that get the chance to drink Evian, huh? Not many, I bet. Little did I know…
The pooch drank and ate and pretty much passed out in a corner. All was peaceful. For a while.
I was deeply engulfed in the oh so fascinating world of hydrology (ironically enough) when the pooch woke up and made it clear that she wanted to go outside, by a long series of jumping and screaming her head off.
As soon as the door opened, she bolted out to the nearest bush and began making it miserable by throwing up on it like a sailor on shore-leave (or whatever they call it).
I later learned that the Evian bottle contained holy water. The kinda stuff that’s blessed by a priest. Why anyone my mum’s would keep holy water in the cabin (or why they would have holy water at all, for that matter) I have no idea.
It is, however, obvious that religion does not agree with my dog…
9 comments:
Now, are you sure that you have approached this situation scientifically? It just might be coincidence, you know. :)
Blogger beta is not allowing me to sign in the normal way so I'm trying leaving an anonymous posting. Tim Rice
Um... your dog is possessed.
Maybe your pooch needs this
But that is crazy
Tim - there are moments in time where science is just boring.
Jazz - her head didn't spin around, but the barfing was very impressive
Van - LOL
Did the dog's head spin around?
I keep my holy water in a flask.
the cubicle reverend - I don't think she drank enough...
Mist - that would be better than an Evian bottle, yes
You are some sort of exorcist, for sure. I thought the punch line was going to be that the bottle was full of gin. Have you since had Pooch baptized?
Jocelyn - I suppose I could have the pooch baptised, but I'm worried that it would make her head explode
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