After my exhausting day yesterday I was ready to go to bed early – 10:30 is early for me. As I was closing up shop in the sewing room I could hear barking north of the house. My heart sank – my plans for an early night were suddenly in jeopardy. Haha! I cleaned up the kitchen while I waited for Hazel to return to the house.
By 11:30 I was losing patience so went out with my flashlight. Here are the two little storage sheds and the barking was coming from the one on the right.
The barking was coming for under the shed on the right – Hazel had dug herself under the shed and I could hear something snarling and growling under the building with her. She was barking and whatever was under there with her was hissing back at her. I absolutely begged her to come out.
Finally she came out and headed towards the house but actually she was just needing a drink. After a drink by the quilt shop I thought she had gone in to the house but I couldn’t find her. Then I heard the barking again! Yup, she was under the shed again.
I gave up and went to the porch to read. Surely she’d come in soon – think how tired she must have been. Think how tired I was! After 15 minutes I went out again. I called to her and suddenly she appeared from the back of the shed – I was not prepared and I couldn’t grab her quick enough before she dived under the shed again,
Once again I went back to the house and this time I jumped in the shower. The next time I went out there with my flashlight I was in my robe. After just a couple minutes a raccoon head peaked out! I just knew it! Telly and Keeper were right there so of course the raccoon was trapped and dived back under the shed. That was it for me. I went back to the house and finished getting ready for bed and headed for the porch to read.
How maddening! I was so tired but I knew Hazel was in her glory. Jack Russell Terriers have been bred to go down in holes after varmints. That little stumpy tail is the handle to pull them out but she was too fast for me – I couldn’t grab it.
It was about 12:45 when I heard all the dogs barking by the barn – Hazel included. I rushed to the front door and coaxed them all inside and slammed the dog door. Now just imagine what she looked like – if I hadn’t been so mad I would have tried to take a picture. Mud balls hanging off her chin, her digging little legs, her belly – her back was so full of dirt she looked gray brown. I already had soapy water waiting in the sink and she knew what was next – the dreaded bath.
The water turned black as I scrubbed with dishwashing soap and a washcloth. Yes, she was fighting me the entire time. I sprayed her off as best I could and plopped her on the floor with a bath towel. And the chase was on! Hazel had the zoomies with Keeper close behind – through the house round and round. Such fun! Did I mention how tired I was?
I was left with a kitchen sink that needed cleaning again as well as a very wet floor. I was pretty mad by this time and knew I couldn’t get to sleep until my blood pressure went down so I cleaned the kitchen sink and counter once more. When I finally headed upstairs she was already waiting for me by the door to my room. It was nearly 1 am.
Hazel is the love of my life but I dread nights like this. I’ll be tired all day and I have work to do. Ugh. I knew all you Hazel fans would love to hear about my evening and what a typical JRT she is. Now today she’ll want to sleep in her bed all day but I’m going to take her outside and close the dog door!
The life of a JRT owner.