I snagged a large sweet potato in the kitchen once while company was over. Mom tried to wrestle it from me and I turned into this evil possessed animal that was snarling and growling on the couch slobbering over my "kill." I ate the entire thing raw on the couch and had company staring at me in awe and utter shock.
I never embarrassed mom. But I've had an embarrassind moment. Does that count? Okay one time when mom was letting the dogs out it was when Max was alive, before we got Roxie and I was standing between him and Lucky trying to sneak out too. Then Max coughed in my face and scared me so much I peed on myself. I was so embarrassed I ran fast, I couldn't let mom see me like that. Then Tiff had the nerve to laugh at me, that made it worse.
About six years ago, before we moved and the cats was going out, my mom went down to the neighbors back yard to get the cat who was hiding under a van. She bent ove to get him and came back up holding on to him, she turned around and fell right into the mud! She decided to wear white shorts that day sow she was sitting in the puddle with mud all over her, still holding on to Jake. My dad and I went to help her up and then our neighbor came out! She never did get those shorts clean. Then I had a few incidents with Jakes sister Tippy, that cat never has liked me (I don't know why). First she crawled up my pant leg, and scared me, then a lot of times outside in front of the neighbors, where I almost fell in front of them.
Long, long ago when I was still a novice dog mom living in downtown Richmond, VA and still relatively optimistic about my athletic prowess, I decided to start jogging. On the very first outing with Checkers, our 120 pound black lab, we decided to go for an easy run/jog/fast walk. I was decked out in my "running outfit" and Checkers was raring to go. We had gone several blocks and hadn't seen a soul. We rounded the Stuart Circle Hospital and there were three or four nurses sitting near the back entrance of the hospital taking a break. All of a sudden, in front of an audience, Checkers decides do his business in the middle of the hospital driveway. I couldn't get him to budge. And he did about a week's worth of business in the longest moment of my life. I mean big dog, big poo. Of course being the novice mommy, the bag I pulled out had lovely little holes all over it and I didn't have a back up bag. I guess the nurses could totally read the situation because they were laughing and one of them yelled that she would take care of it and for me to keep going. OMG, after that I bought a pack of bags to keep on the leash and a stash of well inspected grocery bags nearby at all times. This incident was so traumatizing that I no longer run...lol, not really, I just don't like to run. I wish there was someway to find out who that nice nurse was.
Well...I try to be good, but I got out one day. And, as mom has said many times, she runs after me w/o regard to her own safety. And, She had bought a brand new white Ralph Lauren coat that day (mom here-why oh why did I buy white!), anyway, she ran after me, it was slick from rain, she ended up falling headfirst into the biggest mud puddle she's ever seen. She was covered head to to toe in mud! I knew I was in trouble then, so I ran back home and sat and waited on her.
You shouldn't have been embarrassed by that! I thought it was hilarious! :) I'm just cracking up picturing Freckles eating that sweet potato on the couch and Ernest T running around with Mama T's bra!! Minnie barks her head off at other dogs, and that is embarrassing. Beverly jumps on people when they come in, but she really doesn't do much to embarrass me.
Funniest part, he had it on properly, front paws through the straps, cups located properly. He was quite proud. Just strutting through the house.
And I too thought it was funny about our Doritos thief. Doritos rock!
Perl and Beauregard have had their moments, but neither will EVER top what Hootmon, the scottie of my youth, did to my mom. My dad had made a big stew/soup using a beef tongue for flavor. However, NONE of us were going to eat that, so he gave it to Hootmon, who happily buried it in my mom's flowers. (My mom was out at the time and didn't know any of this.) Two days later, my mom has certain "important" ladies from the church over for tea and cookies. All I can say is, if you know small town snobbery, you know these ladies. My father, my brother, and I, who all deserve and relish the label "heathen", had been ordered away. Things were going well for Mom; they were out on the back porch on a warm spring day, conversation was pleasant, the men/kids were gone, the weather was nice, ... and then Hootmon jumped up on the porch with that mud-covered cow tongue hanging out of his mouth and more or less attacked the ladies with it. Mom beat him off with a broom, but not before he'd done damage to a couple dresses and her social standing. Whenever she tells this story, she pauses here and says "And if a dog can snigger, ..."
Scouter-Roo on Apr 10 at 08:35 PM