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January 2, 2016

Muffin’s mis-Adventures



Life with this family is always exciting. Sometimes it is downright terrifying.

Every morning when we go for our walk across the street in the place with all the houses, I get to meet other dogs. Some are big dogs too fat and lazy to even move out of their front yards. I bark at those. Others are huge, ugly gray pit bulls who come charging out of their houses at us and send me yowling and yipping for help from my CG. Still another time, it was a large black and brown dog that came all the way across the street at us. My CG yelled at him and sent him home. I didn’t bark at him until he was back in his yard.

        Some dogs are my friends. One particular Chihuahua has become my very, very special friend. That was before I went to the doctor and got a strange, painful cut in my belly, (my CG said it was for my own good). A few weeks ago, that little dog tried to do things to me that I didn’t really understand, but I was certainly interested. My CG put me on a leash and hauled me home. The next day we went to the smelly doctor place.



Yesterday my CG walked over to the gate to visit the neighbors. I went too. There is a big fence between us, for a very good reason. They have a giant, mean, nasty dog that is kept in a large cage. But when he is out, he comes running to the fence and barks at us. I get all mean and feisty back at him. I sound pretty tough, too, barking and snarling and biting at the fence.  Shadow just hangs back barking. She’s so useless.

Hog wire fence

Hog wire fence

“Good fences make good neighbors,” my CG says. I should explain that most of the fence is what these CG’s call a hog fence. It was wire squares that are about 6” by 6.” The neighbor has added more chicken-wire mesh along the bottom side of the fence all along the sides. But at the front gate it is just the hog wire.

           The big neighbor was standing at the gate with his big ugly dog beside him. Of course, I started barking and yipping. I was defending my territory, after all. On the other side of the fence, the ugly dog was going crazy, snarling and snapping and barking. In the excitement, I put my head through the fence.


Trying to get through

Trying to get through

Before I knew what had happened, the big dog had grabbed me by the neck and yanked me through the wire opening and into his yard. He started shaking me like I do with the toys we have in the house. I’ll have to admit, I was howling for help.

The big CG grabbed his dog by the collar and yelled at him to let go! He dropped me and I raced for home. But I couldn’t get through! I was on the wrong side of the fence! I raced back and forth along the fence, whining and crying. Finally my CG came running through the gate. When she called me, I ran right to her. I was really, really grateful when she picked me up and carried me back through that awful gate.




I only had a cut lip, but I was some kind of scared. My heart was pounding and I was shaking all over. My CG petted me and held me until she got me back inside our house. Then she cleaned me up and gave me a treat. I can promise you, I’m never going near that fence again.

At least until the next time.

About Caroline Castillo Crimm
Retired Professor Emeritus from Sam Houston State University, interested in writing novels and speaking about topics such as the history of Latin American. Would like to share the AMAZING world of the 18th century in Northern New Spain, that's Spanish Texas and Mexico!
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