Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Fun With Sandy

My parents have an old farm dog named Sandy. She originally belonged to my gramma and uncle Ronnie when they lived on the farm in South Dakota. This is the second Sandy they have had. I once asked my mom why it was Sandy and she said that because of Little Orphan Annie, my gramma thought all dogs should be named Sandy. That would be confusing at my house since we have three dogs!

Last year, the farm was sold and my gramma and Ronnie moved into an apartment in town and could not keep the dog. My parents, out of the goodness of their heart, adopted this loving brown eyed dog.

This dog is one of the most loving dogs I have ever known. All she wants is for you to give her some love and attention. Sandy's only problem is that she feels that anything that is non-human must die.

Having been a farm dog for 10 or so years, her job was to keep every animal off the property. She was very good at her job. However, she has yet to figure out that she is now retired and is to just sit back and enjoy life and let bunnies and such live and be free.

She had no trouble adapting to life indoors after surviving outdoors through the winters of South Dakota. She just goes outside, does her business and wants right back in.

Doing her business is what led to a fun evening tonight.

Due to a death in the family, my parents are out of town and I am dog sitting for a couple of days. I came in the garage, turned off the alarm and was greeted by those big brown eyes. She did her usual, "oh I'm so happy to see a human" dance and headed for the back door. She instantly sat to have her collar put on and I opened the door. Immediately we hear the "whoop, whoop, whoop" of the alarm.

I obviously didn't get it shut off. It takes about 30 seconds for it to register what is happening. I shut the door and turn for the garage to shut off the alarm. Sandy, ears flat, tail between legs heads for the basement, her "safe" place. The only problem is, she has her leash on and it is wrapped around my wrist.

Sandy is a big, strong powerful dog, especially if there is an alarm going off. I'm yelling at Sandy to come with me while trying to pull her towards the garage door, (a door she knows she is NOT to go out) she is pulling me towards the basement, I grab my cell phone to call my parents and now the house phone is ringing. I know it is the alarm company.

I get the alarm off, my mom answers her cell phone and I tell her the alarm company will be calling soon because the phone is ringing once and then there is no one there. She tells me she is getting another call I laugh and hang up. I then call Sean to tell him what has happened. My loving husband says "why didn't you let go of the leash"? I don't even know how to answer that question.

When I get off the phone with Sean, Sandy is sitting next to me looking up as if to say, "can I please go outside now".