Hawky says, "Houston, we have a problem!"

One evening DB and I returned home from supper expecting to be greeted at the door by Hawky, as usual, but as we entered the house there came no clip clip clip of doggy nails across the linoleum, no body jiggling, fierce doggy waggling, no exuberant sneezes of pleasure! Oh no! Instead all we could hear was Hawk's high pitched whine coming from somewhere within the house. Fearing the worst I quickly ran to see what was the matter but to my surprise I found Hawk standing stock still in the middle of the hallway, his ears pricked forward and his whole body preening with an inarticulate whine that expressed nothing but acute frustration! Of course I talked to him as if he were human and asked,

"What is it? What's wrong!!?? Has Timmy fallen in the well?"

Hawky's body quivered and he yelped impatiently before turning and trotting into the bathroom.

Curious as to what he could possibly have him in such a tizzy, I followed.

When I flicked on the bathroom light I was surprised to find Hawky sitting intently before the toilet staring in to the recesses of the bowl as if the proverbial Timmy really were lost within it's recesses.

What was it?





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I believe Hawky's impatient and high pitched whine could be interpreted as, "OMG!! It's my ball! My ball!! It's drowning!! DROoooooWNING!!! Hurry! *he calls like a Curler* Hurry and save it!!" And I swear he was actually trying to put get his leg over the lip in an effort to paw it out!

I wish my dog loved me as much as he loves his ball. When or if I fell in the toilet (ehem! Men! Seat DOWN please) I bet Hawky wouldnt lift a paw to save me:)

*no balls were harmed in the making of this post*