Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Murderer! Murderer! ...Mörder! Mörder!

hiking  in swiss alps
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Switzerland is famous for its incredible awe-inspiring beauty.  When I viewed my first mountain with its cap of white snow, I almost reached out to see if it was a painting or real. 

The people of Switzerland are polite and well-educated, and the unemployment rate is near to nothing.  And most have a dog or two, which are also polite and well-trained.  The canine walk on leash, silent, and discreet in relieving needs, which the owner promptly removes with a Swiss provided bag and disposal sites along the sidewalks.

Scrumpy and Porter (these are types of English beers)
My daughter Mary and husband Richard have two dogs, Porter and Scrumpy.  Porter has a stoic dignity about him; he will keep feet warm, let my grandson climb over him, and considers himself to be superior to his fellow dog, Scrumpy.

Scrumpy and Benjamin's diapered bottom

Benjamin (1 year?) hanging out with Scrumpy
Scrumpy is a fun-loving and likable mutt, with mixed terrier tendencies and low on the intelligence scale.  If there is to be something destroyed in the house, Scrumpy is guilty while Porter shakes his head. Scrumpy..Scrumpy.

Porter, the ever-patient-Porter

The Swiss also have professional dog-sitters: people who are prepared with all the needs a dog might have.  Mary and Richard have left Porter and Scrumpy with a lovely lady on many trips, where dogs are happy.

This last two week holiday had an unusual twist in the regular day's activities.  Life for Porter and Scrumpy had been proceeding just fine, until this one afternoon.

Well, then.

How to Care for Your Tortoise

The lady had two sizable pet tortoises who also occupied the dog yard, and enjoyed a platonic, complacent relationship with all the other dogs. And Porter and Scrumpy had stayed there several times.

So it was a big surprise to all when Scrumpy raced toward the biggest tortoise (let’s just call him Bernard), opened his terrier-sized maw, and scooped him up.  He shook Bernard side to side to side.  Then Scrumpy threw him in the air, where Bernard turned end on end, landing with a thump on his back.

Scrumpy moved in for the kill—he somehow knew what to do.  With his front paws, Scrumpy disemboweled Bernard.

Porter had been laying under the shade of a tree, observing his impulsive friend do all this, gave one bark, which said it all:  Damn it, Scrumpy, you idiot!  Scrumpy happily jogged over to Porter, a jaunty wag of his tail singing his victory.

The owner lady came screaming and cursing.  How it all ended, I don’t know. Mary and Richard are rather silent on this, while Benjamin still loves to chase Scrumpy around the house.


But I do know this: Scrumpy and Porter will no longer be welcome at her house.

18 comments:

  1. How sad for the tortoise. I do know that "Not I" look; one of our dogs had to use it so often his face just stuck in the attitude.

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    1. That's great...no need to guess then.

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  2. We have a Scrumpy -- her name is Abby; sweetest pooch imaginable, and thick as a brick.
    Poor tortoise.

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  3. Poor tortoise never knew what hit him. Scrumpy has now got them exiled haha

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    1. I suppose Bernard was also low on the pole when it came to smarts.

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  4. Oh no.
    No doubt natural behaviour, but not one we want to see.

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    1. I suspect Scrumpy would do this to a rock, let alone a tortoise. No discrimination.

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  5. Yikes. I wonder why Scrumpy suddenly decided Bernard had to go.

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    1. Maybe the tortoise was faster on his reptilian feet than Bernard.

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  6. Poor tortoise; what on earth was Scrumpy thinking? We'll never know....

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    1. Perhaps he wasn't thinking...maybe Bernard happened to be in his line of sight?

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  7. Poor tortoise indeed. No wonder they are no longer welcome. Years ago, in the UK, I used to take my 3 German Shepherds to a kennel near Canterbury. They loved it. Once they recognised where they were going the got excited and when I went to pick them up it was almost "oh, do we really have to leave?".

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    1. Kinda makes you wonder what made dog life so good there.

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  8. I have never met a terrier who didn't take his instincts seriously. Wonder if a pet rabbit would have escaped Scrump's jowls or if the pet sitter lady would have been equally horrified to see a hare in his mouth?

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    1. Now that would be interesting! I kinda bet the whole dog population would be in on that hunt!

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Go ahead...it won' t hurt...I'd love to hear what you think!