If I had to describe my family in one word, I’d skip over crazy and call them silly. If you can’t laugh at yourself, you won’t last long around these people. And, we love to make fun of each other.
So when my mom brought home Labradors for Dummies after we got a yellow lab in 1997, we poked fun at her for what now seems like such a reasonable purchase. As 6-, 8- and 13-year olds and the people not responsible for taking care of the dog, we were like How hard could it be to have a dog? This wasn’t even our first one; it had a tail like Cayenne, blond hair like Spencer, and it needed to eat like Murphy Brown, so we were pretty sure we knew what to do with Scout.
No matter, we flipped through the book, reading aloud the most obvious of information to further make our point. But when we got to this page, we lost it.
Through our tears of laughter, we pointed out Scout’s croup, withers and crest. No longer were his front paws, paws. They were pasterns. Duh, mom, didn’t you read the book? Charming daughters, we were.
Scout’s would-be 15th birthday just passed a few weeks ago, and as I watched this video of a pack of fluffy, chubby yellow labs looking eagerly for the water that isn’t in their baby pool, the narration in my head went to “look at how fluffy their…CROUPs are!” And then I had a good giggle, not just from watching so many furry butts waddle around and on top of each other, but also at the laughter this page brought us all those years ago.
Happy birthday, Scouty and, mom, sorry we were such shit heads.