The Adventures of Scruffy MacMuffin
Kati Mac & Tim Ouimette
Dr K , the Fawn and the Coyote
I’m chasing a rabbit through a field of tall grass. It is a warm summer day. The brilliant scent of everything delicious fills my lungs. “Pookie, Pookie” I hear my Mommy calling. Pookie is the unfortunate nickname my Daddy gave me when I first rescued them. It stuck and so I must go along with it. ;( The things I do for my humans. My first, legal name is Mighty Dog. My canine super hero name is Scruffy MacMuffin.
My eyes slowly open . I am warm and happily dreaming in my little plush bed on the bedroom floor. It’s not too big cause I’m not too big. It is just the right size.
She has the leash in her hand. I shake of sleep and get up to greet her with the happy anticipation of a walk. It is a crisp early Spring morning. I shiver as the cool air hits my now short fur. (See last chapter: The Groomer Betrayal)
Out the gate, a quick pee and then a sharp turn into the car, which I deftly negotiate with a leap and a curl into a ball on the passenger seat. I begin to shake from the cold and Mommy takes off her warm winter jacket and drapes it around me, leaving my head poking out from the faux fur collar. (see picture)
I was hoping we would stop at the deli so I could get some of Mommy’s usual egg and cheese sandwich. But, instead we arrive at Brookfarm Veterinary Center. We are going to see my favorite vet, Dr K.
I am still trembling and Mommy thinks I am scared. “There, there Pookie, you are ok. It’s gonna alright” Mommy coos into my ear, giving me a little kiss on the head.
But, I’m just cold. (Again, see last chapter, The Groomer Betrayal). As I leap out of the car, I hear and smell it. TROUBLE. When I am summoned to perform my super hero dog rescue missions, it draws me like a powerful magnet, with a force I cannot control. Before she knows what is happening, I pull so hard that she drops the leash and I break free from her grip; dashing across the parking lot, down the steep embankment and into the woods. Mommy is frantic! “Pookie, Pookie” she cries fearfully. She has no idea I am a doggie superhero. She thinks I am her helpless baby!
Running quickly through the woods, I arrive at a dense thicket. There tucked, in the hollow of a tree is a sweet, sweet baby fawn. Then I see it. Not 6 feet away a hungry Coyote, licking it’s chops. I begin to bark and run in front of the little fawn. Sounding as tough and gruff as I can. I growl, puff out my chest and stand my ground, staring into the menacing eyes of the coyote. After a minute, which seems like an hour, the coyote runs off! (Whew, I think. Very relieved that he bought my bluff. I am more of the go get help kind of doggie super hero than the fighting type).
I scamper back to my now distraught Mommy at the edge of the woods, frantically calling my name. As I come into sight, she rushes to me and falls to her knees , wrapping me in her arms crying “Pookie, Pookie, don’t ever do that again. You scared me half to death! What were you doing? Why did you do that? You are a crazy baby. You could have been hurt.” As I said, she has no idea I am a doggie super hero.
After a lovely visit with everyone at Brook Farm Veterinary Center, we drive back home. I trot into the house and ironically pick up my stuffed coyote squeaky toy and happily chew on it in my large, overstuffed bed in the living room.
Mommy turns to Daddy and says, “You are not gonna believe what he did when we got to Brookfarm”!
“ Aww, but look at him now,” Daddy says, “he is so cute with that coyote”!
You Drive Me Crazy