By Trent Rosser
Rosser/Provided
Well, they did it again. Hunter and Hades tried to make a great escape. This time, they had a little help. A new dog has come into the picture. Her name is Cowleigh. Yes, that is how it is spelled. She is just a puppy, but what a puppy she is. I truly believe that she is the spawn of Satan himself. She is his personal puppy!
As you might remember, I had to put up a hot wire around our fence because Hunter kept getting into the neighbor’s yard. After being attempting a couple of times to no avail, Hunter gave up on getting into the neighbors yard. Eventually, I unplugged the hot wire and all was still fine with the world. Then my step son decided to get a puppy; here's where Cowleigh comes in. He would bring her over while he would would do laundry. He would spend about 4 to 5 hours over at the house. By the time that they would leave, I would be worn out. It would happen every Sunday, my only day off where I could sit back and relax. Instead of relaxing, I would be chasing an evil puppy around the house trying to salvage whatever she had in her mouth. Whether it be a piece of clothing like a sock, or a toy from the grandson’s room. Every now and then, that beast of a puppy would stay the night. Thankfully, one of our dogs “took one for the team”!
Hades does like Cowleigh. We jokingly called her his girlfriend. Why does Hades like her? We have no idea! Cowleigh would go up to Hades as he slept and start gnawing on his leg. Then the wrestling match would start. Hades would wrestle and play and Cowleigh would do the same thing, biting down on each others legs and playing and having fun. Now Hunter was a different story. After all, he is the oldest brother of the group and did not like them playing. So he would be barking trying to get them to stop. Usually by this time both Hades and Cowleigh would ignore Hunter and keep wrestling and start to knock things off the shelf. I would yell for Hunter to be quiet and the other two to stop. Hunter would sit down and look at me as the other two would run under the end table and knock off everything on it. Flowers, sodas, and phones everything would hit the floor. Hades would be smart, he would run and sit down on the couch but Cowleigh would not stop. She would keep going after Hades. So Hades would keep her occupied for most of the night.
Unfortunately, we would have to keep them outside during the day while we were at work. Our yard is not a very big yard but it is big enough where I only put the hot wire on the 2 sides of the yard. They never tried to get out on the other side, until Cowleigh showed up. She dug up the yard and all three crawled out from under the fence! Luckily a neighbor down the street saw them do it and was able to get my wife to get them in the house until I could come and fix the fence. I immediately fixed it where they could not get out again….or so I thought.
A few days later, (with Cowleigh gone) Hunter realized that the hot wire was off and escaped into the neighbor’s yard. Only this time, Hades went with him. They could not get back over, so they chewed up the neighbors fence. When I was told this, I wanted to kill both of them. So I plugged the hot wire back in. Then it happened. Cowleigh had to come over and stay with us for four days. She was horrible! She went into the yard and dug a hole deep enough for all three to get under. Yep, they were on the loose across the neighborhood. Luckily, our neighbors love our dogs. They were able to get all three back in the yard and did a makeshift repair to the yard and fence to keep them there. So, the next day, we had to keep them in the house. Bad mistake with Cowleigh. While we were gone that one day, she chewed up toilet paper, dug in the trash and turned my wife’s prized wooden carousel horse into toothpicks. No matter what we did, this spawn of Satan turned our peaceful home into a battlefield.
Finally, the day came when Cowleigh was picked up and taken back home. Even Hades was ready. She was not gone for more than 10 minutes when both Hunter and Hades were passed out on the floor. Usually, when we say the word “treat” they both come running. Not this time. They didn’t move. Except Hunter, he opened his eyes and lifted his head and plopped it right back down and was back asleep. I can't really blame either one of them. That night, Hunter and Hades slept with us in our bed. Usually Hunter will toss and turn and kick me in his sleep. Not this time. Hunter, Hades, my wife and myself had slept like a baby all night long. All of us were worn out and tired. I know for a fact that it worn me out worse than anything and I swore that puppy would not be coming back. I would rather have my brain sucked through my nostrils through a straw than to keep that dog overnight again. I would rather eat supper every night from Hunters food bowl than to have that dog over again. But in reality, we all know what will happen. My step son will call and ask if we could watch her for a few days as he has to go out of town. And everyone that knows me, will know that I will put my foot down and say, “Sure, be sure to bring treats” After all, we are all family and we all have to make sacrifices for each other. That includes Hunter, Hades and now Cowleigh!