Good Sunday Morning, my friends! I hope you are having a fantastic weekend! I know the graphic above is a little corny but……I would love to be fishing right now, lol! It is still a little cold here to even think about fishing. But Kiki and I love to go fishing. Remember Kiki, she is my little baby Pom. Kiki and I were out in the yard yesterday pulling weeds and digging up the herb garden. I swear I never saw so many worms in my life. That is what got me to thinking about fishing. If I was going fishing and digging for worms, I won’t see a worm to save me. But that figures, doesn’t it? We have three ponds around us stocked with fish. Last year, Kiki and I went fishing every pretty afternoon we could. Kiki got used to going fishing. When I would pull in a fish, the little fart would jump on it. She would want to play with it and it was a fight getting the fish away from her.
It was hot one afternoon, probably about 90 and we had gone down to the pond. Kiki is furry as everything. When she is washed and groomed, she feels like a little, soft teddy bear. Well, I had just took her to the groomer’s and she looked gorgeous. Here we go to the fishing hole, I sit down and started to fish. Kiki was wandering around the bank. I caught a fish, here she came a running. I fought with her and finally got the fish and put him back in the water. I had noticed Kiki had quit wandering and was sitting and watching my line go out in the water. I didn’t think a thing about it. I brought my line in because a fish had stolen the bait. When I threw it back out, I be darned if Kiki didn’t jump in the damn pond and go after it. I was about to have a heart attack. The pond starts out swallow but in the middle no one knows how deep it really is. She started swimming like a fish out to the line. Well here I go in the pond, still holding the fishing pole and chasing her around the water. I finally got out to my hips and caught the little brat. I drug her back to the bank and I was mad. I made her sit on the bank and not move. Well in the middle of all this loop la, I had caught a pretty good size catfish and didn’t know. I sit down myself and something jerked the crap out of the line. I fished with two hooks on the line. The catfish was on the bottom hook. Here comes Kiki excited, she had never seen a catfish. I had him laying on the bank, getting the hook out of his mouth. Well the brat jumped on him and on him and on him, till finally she jumped right on that top hook. You never heard anything yelp like her in your life. I know it hurt and I cried and cried. I think I just threw the fish back in the water. I picked her up and calmed her down. She had the hook stuck in her front paw. I didn’t have a knife or nothing with me. So I took a lighter and burned the line from the pole. This freed her from the pole but not the hook. So I took off running to the house, which is about a half a mile away (I got my exercise that day!). I ran into the house and she was crying and whimpering. I sit down in the kitchen floor with her. Well here comes hubby and Kiki is his baby (though she is stuck up my butt constantly, lol!). He threw a fit and went into hysteria. I told him to calm down and get me the pliers from the junk drawer. He got them and thank the Goddess, the hook was only stuck lightly through her pad. I was able to gently remove the hook with the pliers. I ran and took her to the bathtub to clean her paw and she stunk to high heaven. So I just gave her a bath. After that I gave her something for pain and she calmed down. Then I knocked my husband in the head and he calmed down, NOT! I am not a violent spouse, yet, keyword “yet!” He informed me I was never to take her fishing again. Yeah right, we have done made our fishing plans for this year. We have figured out, I am only going to fish with one hook this year, lol! No more doggie fish for me!
You know after a memory like that, I don’t think I would rather be fishing right now, lol! Instead I would rather be sitting here doing just exactly what I am doing!
Have a great one, my friends!