Wednesday 09 October, 2013 by Uncle Spike
Few Last Classics From Taz…
This is the final part in a mini-series all about Taz; a rather mad but loveable Staffie I had a few years back in Yorkshire, in the north of England.
The other parts can be seen here if you missed them:-
In this short series of posts, I have tried to honour the old chap with a few tales of his exploits… Hope you like them 🙂
I was a Sunday biker back then. I walked to work all week, so, on the occasional decent weather days we had, I was off out on my baby for a good few miles putt-putt’ing loudly but slowly around the Yorkshire Dales. Norma-Jeanne was her name, and she was, shall we say, a rather loud 1100cc V-twin.
My late wife would often be sitting in the back garden of the cottage waiting for my safe arrival when, all of a sudden, Taz would jump up and race across to the back gate at the top of the garden. He would then stick his snout under the gate, bum in the air…. and wait….
After perhaps 8-10 minutes, I would arrive. Taz was so tuned in to the sound of the bike, he used to hear me far sooner than anyone else around, even the keen-hearing traffic cop who lived next door (but was an ok chap coz he didn’t book me for my very illegal, and very hollow slashcut pipes).
Hide n Seek
This is a story I shared when I first started his blog, but as it characterises our time with Taz so well, I thought I had to include it in this series of posts about that 21kg lovable pooch.
Taz had many hobbies, one of which was to entertain us humans to the best of his ability; I think he saw that as his primary vocation in life. Now, around once a week, Taz would take on the challenge of exercising mom and dad through a simple game of Hide & Seek. I once questioned Taz about this, and he basically woofed away to tell me that the idea was simply to wait around while the human went to ‘hide’, and then he would go and find them, as in ‘seek’. Of course, to maximise the entertainment value, and increase the likelihood of a yummy reward, he would pretend to not be able to locate his victim, searching in all their favourite known hidyholes until, low and behold, the discovery was made, and that particular game was deemed to be over. This was often repeated 5-10 times in a session.
Taz was quite the expert, pretending to be so fascinated by this venture, so as to bring smiles to the faces of any onlookers. He knew the game, and would search the cottage routinely, through his vast experience of said ‘game’, to include the following:-
- inside the big cane washing basket, taking care not to breath whilst checking this one out;
- behind the curtains in 5 different rooms;
- on the deep window ledges
(it was an old cottage with 45cm/18″ walls)
- in the electrical cupboard under the stairs;
- under the duvet;
- lying in the bath;
- inside a wardrobe;
- or, behind the sofa.
Now, on one particular day, the surprise hiding place selected by the ever-cunning lady of the house, was the last one on this list, behind the sofa. Whilst probably just for effect, Taz dutifully searched the entire cottage, checking all the known hotspots… when finally he decided to end the game, he came charging down the stairs, and ran straight round the back of the sofa.
Whilst a lovable, cuddly young chap, Taz also happened to be as fast as a rabbit, absolutely solid and around 21kg (46lb). However, on this occasion, his target was, shall we say, looking the wrong way. More akin to a well-targeted Scud Missile than a puppy playing an indoor game, Taz literally ran straight into his prey, SMACK.
The end result? Taz got his reward, and went back to his bed, happy; job done. His lady owner, however, became the proud bearer of a neck collar, having sustained whiplash injuries.
** Hope you enjoyed this mini-series **