CLUNY'S CORNER Cluny@ClarionIsh.Com

A DOG GONE LOOK AT THE WORLD
HARRYCANE EVACUATION PLANS

My master and his girlfriend, Miss Leashemup, began tracking this big Harrycane in mid-September. They said it was going to be a big one, a four or five, whatever that means. I really don't really know what a harrycane is, but I know he plans days ahead for the big evacuation if he has to leave. He usually packs his guitars, amps, guns, jewelry, and eventually me into his Tracker and we head out to Bainbridge. Bainbridge is a town somewhere in Georgia where my favorite cousin, Jack, lives. This is where we go during harrycane evacuations, and I love them because I get to play with Cousin Jack for several days.

Jack is a schnauzer. I think that is some sorta German breed, but that's OK, Jack speaks English. We first met during the evacuation for Harrycane Floyd several years ago, and since then Jack and I have become real pals. After the initial doggie greeting (known to humans as the 'smelling of the butts') we settled down to doing what you're supposed to do during an evacuation, playing with all the toys, eating each others food, and growling at each other over the Scooby Snacks and Liva Snaps.

One of the cool things about Jack's house is his toys. His masters buy them at Goodwill so he always has plenty of stuffed animals to tear up and get that fluffy white stuff all over the living room floor. When my master sees all that stuff he has to clean it up and gets really mad. I usually look at him with that "Jack did it" look but he does not believe me. He knows I did it because I always tear up my stuffed animals. Even when I was a puppy and we played "daddy's got the monkey and Cluny doesn't" I would have that monkey destroyed within a day or two of him buying it for me. So I just give him that "so" look and go right on playing with Cousin Jack.

One or the big events of a harrycane evacuation is the arguments over the rag bone. Jack and I do this all the time. I'll get Jacks rag bone toy and play fetch with my master. After about two throws Jack will sneak in, swipe it, and act like he wants to play, but really he just doesn't want me to play. When he does it after two throws I get mad; because, two fetches is not enough for me to earn a Scooby Snack from my master.

Jack likes to have his picture taken. After the evacuation for Harrycane Floyd, Jack sent me several photos of himself stretched out on a sofa. I put them on the washing machine next to my food dish, and then I sent him the link to the Clarion Issue that features a picture of me at the top of the newspaper. I also sent him links to Southerndomains.com where my picture is the icon for the paper. Man was he mad. He has put in for his own web site, but his master will not let him have one. As far as photo exposure goes, I guess I have a "leg up" on Cousin Jack.

I wonder if my next door neighbor, Fatwa el Jihad, the saluki next door, has as much fun on evacuations as I do? Probably not. My neighbors also take along his four wives, and Fatwa never gets to have a good time with them around!
Harrycane evacuations are always fun. We did not have to evacuate in mid-September because Isabel passed us by. I wonder when the next one will come along?

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