Saturday, November 26, 2011

A Boy. And His Dog. And Some Carrots. (A “Snowy Writes” Selection From the Archives)

While I take some time to emerge from my turkey/pecan pie coma and get a new post written,  I’m featuring one from the archives for you to enjoy once more.  Sarah and I were just talking about this post yesterday and saying how much we both really loved it.    (Note:  Photography is a bit blurry but the cuteness still shines through.  Take it away, Snowy . . .


Hi. Snowy here.

A couple weeks ago, Nathan came home from college for a few days.   Whenever he’s home, he and I like to hang out together--since we’re related and everything.  Also we both have our distinguished college backgrounds in common so we’re sort of, kind of (but not really) like fraternity brothers. 

A lot of times when he comes home, Nathan watches sports on TV.  I like to sit beside him and help him watch.  I’m good like that.

Well, one night we were sitting on the couch (as per usual), and he got up for a minute to go to the kitchen.  And you’ll never guess what he did!  (Insert excited voice here.)

He left his bag of baby carrots behind!  On the couch!  Right in front of me!


I watched the carrots very, very carefully. I did not (of course) want them to escape before Nathan returned.  Nathan had put a lot of trust in me and I intended to do my job well. And with great bravery. And also with élan. (Whatever élan is.)


The only problem?  I love baby carrots.  And putting me in charge of the carrots was like asking Butch Cassidy to babysit the bank.  Not such a good idea.

I looked at the kitchen door to determine whether or not Nathan was returning yet.  He wasn’t.


So I stealthily belly crawled a little closer to the carrots—just to be sure that they were still safe and everything.  I also kept a nervous eye on the kitchen door.


When, oh when, was he going to come back? The temptation was getting to be too much!  Just. Way. Too. Much.  I figured I’d better take a few steps back so as to put some distance between the Evil Carrot Temptation and myself.


Then I crept forward again and pondered just how long it might take my sharp little teeth to tear into that bag.


Finally it was just too much. 

“Nathan!” I hollered.  “Get back in here! I can’t take it anymore!”


Nathan returned post-haste.  And also fast.  He scurried right back in and sat on the couch.

But also?  He started watching the game again and left the carrots right smack dab in front me!  Right smack dab in front of my very own person!  Right in The Danger Zone!  The Temptation Zone!  The Zone of Carrot Wanting-ness Zone!

What’s a doggie to do when that kind of temptation comes into his life?


I did the only thing I could.

I admitted my weakness.  I admitted I needed help.  I went over to him and said, “Bro, we need to talk--man to man,  brother to brother.  I’m asking you to please not leave me alone with the carrot sticks any more.  The temptation is just too much for my small, cute soul to handle.”

Nathan listened very carefully as I poured out my earnest doggie heart. He put into practice all the psychological insight he’s gained during the last four years of college.  He delved deep into my psyche and got to the root of why I was so attracted to carrots.  We had bonding time, man.  Real (and also genuine) bonding time.


Well!  I felt quite sure that after sharing such a profound moment, he would clearly understand that it would be a swell idea to have a little Sharing of the Carrots Ceremony in order to cement the special ambient aura of the moments we had just experienced together.

Sometimes when I pass gas there is also a special ambient aura but I don’t think we need to get into that right now.  Oh wait. Maybe we just did.  (Never mind.)

So anyway, Nathan put the carrots in his lap so he could get to them easily. I watched interestedly and intently, waiting for some sort of Big Action on the part of My Boy.


And then?  Action happened! 

He ate a carrot.  And I watched. (Not the kind of action I was anticipating.)


He looked at me with his Patented Nathan Teasing Grin and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, Snowy. Did you want a carrot?”


Um. What do you think?


He looked over and said to Mom, “Isn’t this funny?  Snow thinks he wants a carrot.”


Then Nathan put the carrots behind me, opened his mouth and said, “But see?  I don’t have any carrots.”


By that point, I’d had it. I had had enough. I was sick and tired of all his teasing and tom foolery and I was ready to have myself a stinkin’ carrot, dagnabbit!  (Dagnabbit is the only swear word pastor’s dogs are allowed to say.)

Well, I just went right ahead and cast aside all usual traces of my Mr. Nice Guy persona and I got right up in Nathan’s grill and I told him a thing or two (or three) about how rude he was being in not offering me a carrot.  I think I really intimidated him. Really, really bad.


I mean, just look at the intimidated face.


I didn’t want to scare him too much with further intense and reproving remonstrations so I finally sat back down. But I kept a close eye on him. I didn’t know what was coming next but I wanted to be ready. This was Big. Stuff. This was Carrot Time!


And you know what?  Something exciting did take place!  The very next thing I knew, Nathan was offering me a carrot!  In his mouth!  I stood on my hind legs in great shock and astonishment.  (And also, to get a better look at the precise placement of yon carrot.)

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Then I backed off, sat down, and pondered the situation for a moment.

Hmmm.  What to do?  What to do?


I tilted my head a little the other way, which always helps me to think more clearly.


Then I made my move!  Stealthy as a cat, fast as a cougar, quiet as a, um, quiet animal . . .  I moved in close.  I sprang! I lunged!  I got to within snatching range of the Desired Carrot-esque Object!


And then?  In one blindingly speedy movement, I grabbed that ol’ carrot right out of Nathan’s mouth!  And I raced feverishly away with my prize in hand.  (Er. Mouth.)


It sure did taste good. 

I just love it when my brother comes home.                       


13 Had Something To Say (Just click here!):

Anonymous said...

This must be my favorite entry of Snowy's so far. Oh I smiled the whole way through. Hey Snow you are a great writer and the pictures says more than 1000 words :D (You are great photograper Becky)


MaryH said...

Oh, the different poses and expressions of Snowy. I agree - this has to be one of the best Snowy entries - good job, Snowy! Hope you are feeling better today. Carrots are good for doggies and your big brother is such a tease. I can't believe how it was all caught so beautifully on camera - great job, Becky.

LizW said...

What a great post by Snowy! Love all the photos! What is it with dogs and carrots? We had a dog who knew the sound of the baby carrot bag being opened, and would come running. Keeping Snowy in my prayers.

Becky said...

How I do love 'Snowy's' entries on the blog! poor little chap I really hope he gets better soon! One of my labs recently had an operation for a cancerous oral tumour to be removed - so I know a little of how you feel. hugs to the little (big?) man!

Could you tell me how much posting a book to the UK would be? If you could email the price to that would be great (in $ is fine, i'll convert it :))

Anonymous said...

Snowy (and his mom) made me smile today. Thanks.

Love deb

Amanda J said...

Love this! My two dogs are big fans of carrots too

Lynn said...

Snowy... you persevered and got that carrot! LOL!! Nathan was really messing with you but in the end, he IS a pretty good brother! hee hee! Hope you're continuing to feel better!


Anonymous said...

Hey, Snowy, I think you topped Charlie on
"Tales of a Dog"... actually, "Tails of a Dog", too..
since yours is cuter!

You know what? Yesterday one of the Preschoolers brought carrot juice for snack time. Advice: stick to the carrot sticks! (the kiddos, however, all drank their juice... and I tried smiling as I swallowed mine)

woof and love from Mrs. Pam

Anonymous said...

What fun to read that again!!~ You sorta made me hungry, and you know what? I actually have baby carrots in my refrig. however, I think I'd prefer ice cream or popcorn.

mrs pam

One Down, One to Go said...

Lol just priceless.

This really did make me laugh out loud!!

Bec xxx

Anne said...

Love the play-by-play and the excellent photojournalism!! Too funny - thanks for re-posting and I hope you are having a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend :)

Guerrina said...

Thanks for reposting because I think I missed it the first time! One of Snowy's best posts!

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