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A Gift from My Canine Friend- A true Story

Updated on October 5, 2013
And he can be such a sweetie when he wants to be.
And he can be such a sweetie when he wants to be. | Source

A Gift from My Canine Friend by Diana Pierce

One day I am busy doing household chores and our little dog, Whimpy constantly is wanting in and out. So finally I just leave the back door open to the dog park so he can go in and out as he pleases. This dog, our spoiled little bundle of fur has always been unpredictable as to the things he might do. I never expected what he was going to do on this day.

I’m doing laundry, taking care of clothes and not paying my canine friend much attention. I take the clothes to the closet, put some away in drawers and deliver the clean towels to the bathrooms. Whimpy doesn’t bark and seems content with the arrangement until I grab a broom to sweep the floor. He is not into better homes and gardens. Anything having to do with cleaning he hates. Brooms, mops and buckets will take a beating around Whimpy. I try anyways, but I finally have to put him on the other side of the back door to finish my task. Imagine sweeping with a Chihuahua attached to your broom. He may be light weight, but is still impossible to work with. It sure makes for a good excuse for neglecting chores, I know.

Whimpy loves dirty socks.  How he puts anything as nasty as my husband's socks in his mouth, I don't know.
Whimpy loves dirty socks. How he puts anything as nasty as my husband's socks in his mouth, I don't know. | Source

After some time has gone by and I have swept the living room and the kitchen, I go into my bedroom to sweep. It is somewhat dark in there as the blinds are drawn down. I turn on the over head light and begin to sweep. I glance at my bed. I see something unfamiliar lying in the middle of the queen size bed and at first I think it is probably a dirty sock the dog put there, because he’s done it before. Whimpy loves dirty socks. I’ve convinced myself that it’s a dirty sock as I go about my business. I walk closer to get it off the bed. Just then I notice it is not a sock I see, my heart skips a beat. I am horrified and I panic. I can hardly believe what I am seeing right there in the middle of my bed. What am I going to do? I scream that’s what I do even though I am home alone. “Whimpy! I can’t believe you got by me with a snake of all things.”

I’m scared to death of snakes. It makes my skin crawl and no way will I touch one. I don’t care what kind of snake it is I don’t like them poisonous or otherwise. I’m there alone, so I have to get rid of it myself. Thank God the thing is dead. I take my broom and manage to get the thing onto my dust pan. The snake is only about two foot long, but at that moment it seems much bigger. I go out the back door into the dog park and throw it over the fence with Whimpy barking and jumping and quite upset I am discarding the gift he gave me. He wants it back. I scold him, “You brat, don’t be bringing me any more of your critters.”

Whimpy thinks he rules the house.
Whimpy thinks he rules the house. | Source

Whimpy is still barking as I go back into the bedroom to strip my bed. No way will I take a chance of there being any snake slime on it. With gloves on I put the bedding in the washer and set it to an extra soiled load with hot water. One can never be too careful.

This time it is only a garter snake. I guess, it could have been worse and I’m glad it is dead. I squirm to think he could have let a live snake loose in my house. He is also a mouser and has been known to catch mice in the woodshed. He once killed a possum that climbed over the fence into the dog park. I live on a country hillside where wildlife is plentiful. I will feel better knowing that Whimpy doesn’t invite them into the house or bring me his kill from a hunting expedition.

This is very much like the snake that Whimpy killed and put in my bed.  Yikes!
This is very much like the snake that Whimpy killed and put in my bed. Yikes! | Source

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      Diana L Pierce 3 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

      Oh my, Blond Logic. I'm glad I don't have that problem. Thanks for your comment.

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      Mary Wickison 3 years ago from Brazil

      Here in Brazil, they come in without being carried. I have had them in the bathrooms, they come in looking for frogs, which come in looking for bugs and so the list goes on. Now I turn on the light and check before I drop my drawers!

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      Diana L Pierce 3 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

      Thanks sallybea. I'm glad you like my story.

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      Sally Gulbrandsen 3 years ago from Norfolk

      I draw the line at snakes in my bed even if they have been gifted to me - after many years of being forced to endure two Boa Constrictors and their live food, living in and around the home. As beautiful as snakes are, they don't belong in any home, especially mine - nice story though. Thanks for sharing.

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      Diana L Pierce 4 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

      Thanks for stopping by, FlourishAnyway. Your story is cute, too. You should made a hub of it.

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      FlourishAnyway 4 years ago from USA

      Cute story. You never know who's really in your house when pets are around. I had a wonderful old cat named Oscar who used to chase and catch chipmunks. He'd never kill them and somehow he'd always bring them indoors undetected. More than one I found upstairs in my bedroom where I had a bowl of dry catfood and water for him. I'd sometimes find little "packages" of moistened catfood tucked away in my covers and assumed that my cat had coughed it up, barely eaten. Then I was awakened by this high pitched squeaking one morning that came from somewhere in my covers. A chipmunk was in bed with me. Good Lord. He was as frightened as I was and after much excitement was shepherded outdoors.

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      Diana L Pierce 4 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

      Thanks, Faith Reaper. They do have a mind of their own.

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      Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

      Aw, he reminds me of my Jack Russell, Cookie, who would try to bring us gifts too from outside! Yes, they are so proud to be able to contribute to the household : ) Now, she never broke a snake! I would have died right then and there. She got a hold of a possum one time though and did not want to give it up!

      Love your story!

      Blessings, Faith Reaper

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      Diana L Pierce 4 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

      Thanks for stopping by BlossomSB. I love animals and I am extremely fond of puppies. This guy is nearly nine years old, but he acts like a puppy.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Love your story. We once had a Beagle who was addicted to giving us presents, too - and the bed was the place for them, as his bed was for his treasures. Fortunately it was usually only his favourite bone, but as it was a gift, it was difficult to be cross with him, he was just sharing his treasure and being generous. Animal stories are great.

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      Diana L Pierce 4 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

      Thanks for stopping by, Graham. Our's is half Chihuahua and half Jack Russell Terrier, both parents are full blooded. Whimpy is a unique character.

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      Graham Lee 4 years ago from Lancashire. England.

      Hi Diana. A nice homely story somehow, we had a dog that did similar tricks with surprises. It all makes a lovely day. :)

      Graham.

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      Diana L Pierce 4 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

      Thanks, Minnetonka Twin, glad you thought it was funny. I do now, but not when it happened.

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      Linda Rogers 4 years ago from Minnesota

      Our dogs keep us on our toes don't they? I really got a kick out of this story.

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      Diana L Pierce 4 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

      Jackie Lynnly, my dog acts like a cat. Animals are funny. Thanks for your nice comment.

      moonlake, thanks for the vote and chihuahuas are great hunters.

      wetnosedog, thanks for stopping by. Yes, we have to love those dogs. Life would be boring without them.

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      Diana L Pierce 4 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

      CraftytotheCore, I'm glad the snake did not bite you. Thanks for stopping by.

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      wetnosedogs 4 years ago from Alabama

      Oh, your dog is quite the character.

      My dogs love socks too, but luckily no snake has been brought in. Oh, I feel for you.

      But

      Gotta love those dogs.

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      moonlake 4 years ago from America

      Our Chihuahua is the same way we can't believe what a hunter he is. Right now he has only killed moles. He would have killed more animals if he had been free but we walk with him. He did escape from me one day, a long story.

      We don't have poisonour snakes so I don't have to worry about him bring that in the house.

      Cute story. Voted up.

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      Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

      Oh no! My cat was like that to bring me gifts dead or alive but I never heard of a tiny dog doing it! Well he is a good dog if you can just get a beeper to let you know if he is traveling alone, lol. Great story! ^

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      CraftytotheCore 4 years ago

      This reminds me of the time I was outside. I was by the side yard where there is a lot of overgrowth and new trees. I stepped on a coil and knew immediately it was a snake. I screamed and ran on air. The really scary part was at first, it looked like a nonpoisonous snake. But just this year a young girl hiking in the forest was struck by one of the same species. The copperhead.