Last year my husband complained that my sweet Wylie had a terrible case of halitosis. I didn’t think much of it because you know sometimes dogs have stinky breath. I overheard the hubby feeding her peppermints. Then she offered me a smooch across the face. Gross! “She smells like fish!” I couldn’t understand where she could have gotten into any fish.
She continued to smell like fish throughout the following day. That night, I was walking across the back yard and noticed a huge fish in the grass. I went inside and got Dirt Man. We couldn’t figure out why anyone would throw a fish (shad to be exact) into our back yard. I mean what kind of neighbors did we have?! Let me tell you, I was sizing up the neighborhood! I couldn’t think of anyone that “common” or that we could have offended in any way. We were at a loss. I mean I’ve heard the saying “raining cats and dogs”. But fish? Come on, that gives a whole new meaning to it. We live near the water, so we surmised that an osprey had most likely flown over and dropped it. Obviously, Wylie had been nibbling on a little sushi and enjoying it for a couple of days.
The other day, I noticed that Wylie was hanging out in the back yard for long periods of time. In fact, she was all the way at the rear of the house behind the shed and didn’t want to come inside. The stench of raw fish overwhelmed me when I got her inside. Oldest went out to investigate. We suspected another dead fish might have been dropped into the yard.
What he found was an Osprey in one of the tall pines (beside the shed) chomping down on a huge fish. Apparently, he was dropping some tasty morsels of sushi that Wylie was gobbling up. How sweet that a bird and dog were dining together!
Later I got a call from someone relaying activities of another. (Whether you want to admit it or not, this always happens in families. And when it is about family, we swear it‘s not considered gossip.) I’d be a liar if I told you I’ve never repeated or laughed or gasped at things I’ve heard. This led me to think about what kinds of tasty morsels we might leave behind for others to chew on. I wondered whether I was doing or saying things that would have others grabbing the phone to gossip. Do I want to be remembered by the things I do and say? Well, I know I will be, so I’d better make sure they’re good things. Do I want to be one of those people who devours or shares those kind of tidbits? I want the morsels I share to be nutritious and sustaining, but I’d be a fool to try to claim they always are. I’m sure I too often add my opinion whether solicited or not. For a person who enjoys silence, I should practice it more often….shut up, Dirt Man…you’re not allowed to comment about motor mouths etc…
Just so you know, we didn’t really think it was fair for Wylie to have sushi, not that we wanted to share any of the bird’s dead raw fish. We had to go out for sushi for dinner. Ours smelled (and I’m sure tasted) much better than hers!