Friday, July 06, 2007

Super Man & Underpants

Whilst up north daboyz and I assaulted the Mr. continously with demands for a new pet. Actually, before we went up north Mac and I forced said Mr. to check out three different pet stores. He stands firm, no more pets! Probably! Maybe a smallish dog! Ok, we'll get a dog!
So we went to a pet shop and chose a kitten.
The Mr. does not want a cat, kitten or otherwise. He is allergic. Wimp. Mac thinks that this is an emotional cat reaction or else his dad is faking just to make us sad. The particular cat in question was named Candy (that must change immediately!) and was very sweet and lonesome hermetically sealed in the Petsmart Adopt-a-Pet box. Mac and I asked if we could simply rub Candy on him to see if he had a reaction. He refused. Jerk.
So up north we went badgering him with pet demands. We thought a cat would be fun because we've never had one and they are rather lower maintenance than a dog being that we are all coming and going constantly around here. He still refuses to even consider the cat rub test.
When we got to the cottage there were dogs a'plenty as they run free around Moon Lake and hang out at whatever cottage seems the friendliest at the moment. In particular this year were two dogs that were having a grand time together. A golden retriever and a white Jack Russell looking thing. Not knowing their names, we immediately dubbed them Super Man and Underpants respectively.
Being currently dogless we were hungry for a little canine company and so when Super Man and Underpants went whipping past the front windows, I went outside and called them with the internationally recognized dog call, "Hey you guys!"
They stopped immediately and came up on the porch for a little visit. They were very wet and smelly having recently gone swimming in Moon Lake. Super Man's long hair was muddy and caked but Underpants, being shorter-furred was drying more quickly. Super Man was clearly the senior of the duo and immediately settled in to bond with us by falling straight to sleep in mid-pet. Mac immediately fell in love with him.
Underpants was still quite the puppy and trotted around the porch and eventually, into the cottage. Don't tell my mom.
The Mr. gave them each a marshmallow. Super Man rolled around on his and fell back to sleep without indulging. Underpants ate both. They enjoyed a bowl of cold water. Don't tell my mom that either. (And mom, if you're reading...guess which bowl they drank from? Heh heh heh)
Later that day they came back 'round for another visit clomping onto the porch and appearing in the sliding glass doors. But! What's this then? Bloody paw prints! Underpants is injured! After several minutes of discussion and close assessment, we decided he was strong enough to walk it off but not before trailing red Underpants prints all over the porch. I think you'd dance a Cha Cha if you went out there and followed them. Off they went for more adventures.
I hosed off the porch and the prints pretty much faded away. Later in the day the pair was seen chasing one another off into the woods several times.
I am jealous of the people who get to live with Super Man and Underpants. I wish they were my dogs. Again, the Mr. would not let me keep them. Even just Underpants, who would've fit nicely in the back seat. Jerk.
I didn't get to take a pic of them because the next day they were no where to be found. Off to another adventure on the other side of the lake, I'm sure.
But let me tell you, if you ever need a dog fix, drive to Moon Lake and look them up.

p.s. I did not meet the above pictured dogs although from the background, I am pretty sure they live in Lewiston. I'm going to keep my eyes out. I am so bringing them home when I find them.

28 comments:

Terry said...

Aw!
What a cute adventure Sara.
I think if it had of been me, I would have just swiped that Under Pants, put him into a basket and took him home!!
Sounds like such a sweet guy!

Did you really get a cat?
Yes Candy is no nice name for a cat!
Bernie and I and the family had quite an assortment of cats in our day and not one was named Smokey or Princess or all the usual cat names.
We had Red Hot Coals, Cousin Brucey,Slapshot, Sir Galahad, Joseph, Spiral, Columbo, Pin Head, Buddy,Bootsey Shopping News[still have THAT spoied brat!], Fat Head, Num Num, Nobber etc. etc. etc. and Gracey had a bird that she called Percy Foot Lap!
Yes no Midnight or Snowball for us!!...Love Terry

tina fabulous said...

superman & underpants are probably the best dog names ever. i dont understand why dean wont submit to the cat rub test. i mean... its science.
i want an orange cat. if anyone sees one, nab it for me.
good luck on the pet search. i'm certain you'll find one thats smith worthy.

Mrs. Mac said...

I am rethinking my offer to send Miss Holly out your way. Yes, she is high maintenance, and no I don't provide her that high maintenance, thus her need for higher maintenance ;) What a common name (Miss Holly) ... now I so much better like the names Superman and Underpants. Once had a neighbor that named his dog Potlicker (yuck)! Good luck with the search ... I'm with the Mr. ... no cats (acheeeew)

Margie said...

you can have Gabbie, seriously, you can have her. I got hte crate, I got a bag of dog food, she's fixed and she loves people! Seriously, you can have her! I dont' know what I was thinking when I got a dog... ok, i was thinking Phyllis would love a dog.

Sara said...

margie, don't tease me. you know i'm vulnerable!

Pat said...

Your Dad would be thrilled if you got a cat, then he'd have something to shoot for target practice!
We need to talk about the gift of using your parents cottage which can be revoked if it is found that stray animals were found INSIDE the building! As for using one of my bowls for their water... great, now I have to throw them all out and go buy new ones. Thanks. You'll get my bill.
Seriously, a cat? You gotta be kidding. Dean - don't give in!!

MSU gal said...

i am allergic to cats too and it is not funny! cat hair is not like dog hair. dog hair can be vacuumed up while cat hair lingers in the air...forever!

i am with the mr. on the pet thing, unless da boyz are willing to do all the pet upkeep and give the mr a break for cryin' out loud!

Pat said...

"unless da boyz are willing to do all the pet upkeep and give the mr a break for cryin' out loud!"
To that grandma replies to MSU gal:
HA HA HO HA HAH AH SNORT HA HA WHEW!

Margie said...

I'm not teasing!!! for real, got the toys, got the leash, got it all, and even if you want, you can get her certified, she's got the paperwork to get papers!! You can have her!! she even has little poop because she's a little dog.

Terry said...

Oh no Miss Patty!!
How could he??
Not a pretty sight!
Way too mean!!!!
And I thought Sara's husband was bad.
He is a prince compared to YOUR Mr!!
Love Terry...

PS Don't believe a word that that Margie has to say Sara.
We have a neighbor who has a little dog and you should just SEE the huge logs that the dog leaves on our lawn!!
A cat has a much smaller poop if you ask me!
A much more stinky one too, I might add!

Margie said...

Terry! I am trying to get rid of my dog, don't blow it for me!! she does have little poop, she's the cutest thing, I am just not a dog person!!

Plus, Phyllis thinks Mac will look cute with Gabbie!

tina fabulous said...

this conversation has taken an alarming turn.

Jada's Gigi said...

adorable adventure story...and the cat idea is a good one...cats are so low maintenance! but not with allergies..ack!..
you'll wear the Mr. down to a dog before too long I;ll bet..:)

Jada's Gigi said...

didn't read the comments before commenting myself...i say Go MArgie!

MSU gal said...

Margie

give my nephew a break will ya! he has said no pet for now...can't he even have a little rest?

and if this Gabbie doesn't display bizarre behavior, they would not be interested in her anyway!

Sara said...

oh, we've met gabbie. she is bizarre alright. she was raised by my soul sister so it comes naturally.

Pat said...

Bizarre animals, stinky poop in various sizes, ~ it's time for a new blog.

Trish said...

So Dean, I can't believe a loving Husband and Dad like you would deprive your poor, sad,Wife and Sons of their hearts desire!
Let them have a dog, Please!!!!!
They will love you forever.

Mrs. Mac said...

The three "stooges" in your dog photo must be from Arkansas ... and very closely related ;)

Tonya said...

The main dog is staring in the window at me! (SMILE) HE is still up for grabs...

Sara said...

oh poor main dog, how i love him! i actually mentioned him to the mr. he said this...
NO WAY, TOO BIG.
sigh, everyone wants to keep me and the main dog separated.

Sara said...

update: i found a lamb named charlotte up for adoption that the mr. also won't let me have. i'm thinking of putting the mr. down.

Sara said...

apparently ducks are out too.

Trish said...

If you decide when to put the Mr. down, just call Mandy she has access to anything needed at her Veterinary Hospital!

Terry said...

Dear Sara..Just as well your prince of a husband refused the lamb.
You daddy would surely use IT for target practise and make lamb chops out of the poor dear for his BBQ of which the only thing HE does is wear a fancy apron and a backward base ball cap and cook a little.
No just as well the lamb idea is out!!..Love Terry

tina fabulous said...

have you considered something in a mini horse?

Pat said...

Regarding Terry's last comment about your father....he does like lamb, but he would grill it for shish-ka-bob, not lamb chops. And as far as wearing his baseball cap backwards....that would just be silly!
Love you Terry ~ you have a sense of humor that others many others would be wise to take note of, you have the whole "merry heart does good like a medicine" thing going on!!

Deb said...

oh how I've enjoyed reading this blog and the resulting comments.

I'm HIGHLY allergic to cats.
BUT - I owned two of them - and INDOOR cats to boot - for over 20 years. Tell the Mr. to not be a wimp about it all.