I am not particularly a dog person. Ever since losing my childhood pet Husky, I have never had a dog of my own, although I have been quite fond of some of my friends' pooches.
This is a story of my mother, who was at the time in her 70s, and Buddy, the dog belonging to my neighbours over the back fence.
We were not enjoying the downpour. It was raining cats and dogs, but the dog in question did not come down in the last shower, he jumped over the back fence. He was one of those big loping spotted animals, possibly a dalmation, and he didn't like the rain either.
Mum's car was parked in my driveway, and while we unloaded our shopping we left the car doors open. This was an invitation to Buddy, who leapt onto the back seat and declined to vacate it. No amount of pulling by me, and pushing from the other side by Mum, could dislodge Buddy. The harder we tried, the more we laughed, until neither of us was fit to even attempt the impossiblity of budging Buddy. Eventually we had to call upon his owner, Dawn, to get him out. And how simple was that, when you knew how to do it. I could swear Buddy grinned at us as he finally left the warm dry bed he had created, and loped off home. Mum and I were both soaked to the skin but still laughing uproariously at the ridiculous picture we and the dog must have made.
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