There’s nothing at all about the Town Hall Clock Flower in this post. In a comment on one of my posts, Fodrambler said Google had a lot of hits on his post with mention of the Town Hall Clock Flower with a picture of Fizz, his darling little dog, so I thought I’d try an outrageously cheap trick and see if they hit on this post if I included that incidental information. That business done, I’ll get on with my story, which is actually about Annie, our foul-tempered, farting, fat, Dalmatian who only liked the neighbor kid across the street.
One of Annie’s loveliest traits was that it was impossible to keep her off the furniture. When we told the kids to go to bed, she was the first to hit the bed. Anyone careless enough to leave a bedroom door open could count on a bed partner as soon as they drifted off. A couple of houseguests were awakened by the crushing weight of a heavy, nasty, growling surprise when they didn’t shut their door securely. No featherweight, she’d heft herself on atop an unfortunate sleeper with no concern whatsoever for whomever might be occupying that bed. It was common to hear one of us yell out “Get out, Annie!” followed by a nasty tempered, low growl, then the padding of feet down the hall.
From another room, a from a muffled voice would let out a big “Oof! Annie! Get over!” There’d be some shuffling from that bed till she crowded that victim enough to get moved along.
Annie had no intention of going outdoors when we left. When she heard us making preparations to leave, she’d sneak stealthily back to the kid’s room. We turned to tables on her own day, announcing we were on our way out, making a great show of leaving, then awaiting her by the door. As soon as the door shut, she came prancing in the living room, prepared to jump on the sofa. She was mortified when she spotted us, dropped her head, and walked to the front door to be put out. It was good to get the best of her for once.
That was an incisively canine observation and a delight.
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Thanks.
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Such a funny dog!!!!
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She was a joy forever! Not really!
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Funny when looking back, but for sure annoying at times I guess.
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So funny…imagine having 100 more of them ?? (Disney drew me to 2 breeds..this one, and the cocker spaniel, of course). What an inspiration Annie is for you. ☺
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I can’t imagine 100!
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You devious woman you! I’m going to try that clock trick – yes, definitely! Love your fat farting Dalmation; I have a fat farting Poodle. Their farts certainly tart up one’s life.
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I’ll let you know if my stats sky rocket. Hasn’t happened yet!
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Hello, I nominated you for an award http://tastehitch.com/2015/01/31/awards-season/ no worries if you choose to not accept but just a little nod of appreciation 🙂
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Thanks so much. Love your site. Congratulations to you and all your other nominees.
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Puppy Cody now owns the couch. No one else ever sits on it anyway, so I simply got a new cover for it, which I can take off and replace if we do get company. It just wasn’t worth the battle to try to keep her off it, and now she’s happy and doesn’t even try to get on the beds or any other furniture.
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That’s smart.
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Well I wondered why my googling of town hall clock brought me to your doorstep! 😉 No really, I found you in my reader. I sectioned off two hours on this computer and you fell into the time frame! Love your Annie stories. She was a character. ~Elle
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Thank you so much
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lol Beth. 😀
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Thanks for reading
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Reading this cracked me up !! 😂
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So glad yo read.
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She sounded such a character! I love the way she was’t content with just sleeping on the bed, she had to climb on top of whoever was trying to sleep!
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She was a dominatrix
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Dalmanatrix?
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Uhhhh! Why didn’t I say that?
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Oooo er!
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