Dog days 5 (occasional tales of life with my people)…

15 Feb

Missed the start? go to part one.

              Part five – Clumsy.

          (Trans – dalecooper57)

Karla is grown up now.
Now I am allowed to walk on my own, without my lead.
I don’t like going too far from Them when we go out though, so that’s ok.

But sometimes I get frightened by things.
When Karla was very small, Karla wasn’t afraid of anything except being left on my own.
Now there are so many places we go with bad noises and smells. Like The Town.
Karla hates the Town.


Karla gets left outside when They go into places in Town.

One day, Karla was tied to a noisy, scary thing outside, (A rotating metal advertising sign on a stand -Trans.) when the other who stays with Karla’s people sometimes, took me into Town
When I stay outside, kind others stroke me and make kind noises, but Karla still trembles.

This day, an other walked past and when they hit the scary thing, it made a frightening noise.
Karla has had enough.
Karla wants to go back home.
Karla can run very fast.

Lots of cars. Lots of people.
Karla can’t escape the noisy thing, it is chasing me.
Karla runs through the scary Town, with the frightening, clanging thing still on the end of my lead.
It’s bouncing on cars. People are shouting.

I hear my other shouting too,
– Karla, stop! Karla, come here!

But Karla runs straight across where noisy roads cross over.
Shouting is getting fainter now,
– Somebody stop her! Karla, for (bad word)’s sake!

Suddenly, a strange other grabs me as I run past.
There is not much left of the scary thing. Karla has killed it

My other catches up. Very red face, angry,
– Thanks mate. Karla, you bad girl!

When we get home, my people fuss me lots,
– Oh, look at her feet, her claws are bleeding.
– She ran off with a sign, I couldn’t catch her. Ran right over the crossroads, nearly gave me a heart attack.
– Right Karla, lampshade time.

Oh no, not the lampshade!


I have to wear this when I hurt myself, They think it is funny.
Karla doesn’t.

Once, Karla ran into a fence and hurt her ear. They took me to the Bad Place, and I had sharp, pulling things put in my ear.
And the lampshade. Again.


Still not funny.

Karla got scared by a noise another time, and ran into a very hard stone post really fast.
He made me run back to the car,  and took me to a different Bad Place.
The red stuff stopped coming out of Karla’s face before we got there.
Karla was a good girl. I licked and licked, until it had all come off my fur.

The others at the Bad Place made a fuss,
– Ooh, she’s beautiful.
– It doesn’t look too bad, we’ll give her a couple of stitches and call you later.

He went away and left Karla.

Kind others cleaned Karla’s face where it’s still sticky and sore.
Suddenly, lots of red stuff, coming out in a big spray. All over the kind people,
– Damn, think she’s nicked an artery. We’ll have to put her under and repair it.

Sharp thorn in Karla’s foot.
Ow. Karla has had enough now.
Karla will go home.
Oh, Karla can’t make her legs work.
Mmmm, lovely, warm fuzzy feeling.
Karla thinks a sleep would be nice after all.

Waking up, all dozy and warm.
Where am I? Oh, Karla remembers now.
And what’s this? Oh, another lampshade.

Karla must be more careful, They say.
But sometimes, playing is too important, and Karla forgets.

Karla has hurt her foot in the river, poked her eye on a stick chasing the little white tailed hopping things, and once, when Karla saw one of those nasty meowing things in our garden, I ran after it.
But I forgot the big, clear door was shut.
Karla hit it very fast, made me see funny shapes in my head. Dizzy.

Clumsy Karla.

But my family always looks after me.
Even if they do keep my lampshade, just in case.



Posted by on February 15, 2013 in Karla, Personal anecdote


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3 responses to “Dog days 5 (occasional tales of life with my people)…

  1. Darmon Richter (@DarmonRichter)

    February 16, 2013 at 02:42

    …and so the saga continues. I for one think the lampshade is actually quite fetching.

    • dalecooper57

      February 16, 2013 at 11:55

      Funnily enough, she seemed quite fond of it after a while. I think she considered it a fashion accessory. Haha.

  2. rumpydog

    February 16, 2013 at 12:10

    Oh Karla, this was all started by a silly human. They can’t all be trusted you know. After all, they invented the Cone of Shame.


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