My father used to have a large lumbering Irish setter called Thora. Sad to say she was equipped with a brain the size of one lonely canned pea.Thora would spend the lazy hazy days of summer lying out in the middle of the country dirt road just snoozing her life away. No one could get that dog to move and it's a wonder that she never got run over. On car rally Sundays drivers were advised on their maps that they had to maneuver around one big red dog lying in the middle of the road.
Thora had one serious admiring suitor named Frankie and he was the tiniest farm dog I ever saw. He just loved Thora and every day he would literally spring up the road to come visit his love. He would lick her face continously and then proceed to stand on her barking at her for hours. Thora never moved, just closed her eyes and one might say they simply were having a silent love affair.
As the summer months progressed Frankie's love for Thora turned to lust. Try as he may, consummating this relationship was quite difficult for one so small. Occasionally she would stand up and come to the house for water and there was Frankie, barely twenty inches from her tail. Jumping and barking like the dickens, the more he couldn't do the deed the more smoke seemed to be coming out of his ears. Thora in her own dazed world couldn't have cared less. Word got around to the neighbours and it became the talk of the county how this little dog would do anything to make Thora his.
My father, always thinking he was a comedian, continued to tell the 'dog in lust' tale to anyone who would listen. He never really had an ending to this doggie tale until one fall morning. He came back to the house from his walk grinning from ear to ear. He said that very morning he had seen Frankie trot up the road dragging something behind him. Trying to keep a serious face my father said that that Frankie was last seen toting a step ladder. Everyone laughed knowing a dog dragging something like that up a dirt road would be quite the sight, let alone impossible.
Well, maybe that fateful morning Frankie indeed did bring along a step ladder - I guess we will never really know the true story. Small as Frankie was, we all knew he was the most talented cattle dog in the valley. That dog had tricks and plans up his sleeve that no one knew about and obviously he pulled off a magic act that day. A few months later, Thora gave birth to six puppies and there was never doubt in anyone’s mind who the father was.
My father, delighting in more fodder for his volumes of stories, had also added more to his tale of wonder. Arthur said in quite a matter of fact way that he had met Frankie on the old dirt road. Frankie had been last seen passing out cigars as he dragged his step ladder back down the road. Dreams do come true!
Text and Images: Linda Seccaspina 2011
Axel the German Shepherd is playing the part of Frankie in the story.Notice how he is eying the ladder!
Bella and Romeo are just playing themselves.
I wrote this story over a year ago and when I caught Axel kind of laughing at the ladder I knew I had to tell it again.:)