Forwarded:

Put your coffee down and swallow before reading this
story ...
Forwarded from a Siberian Husky list.

>>>Me and the girls (my packhiking sammies and my

min-pin, who could
be thefirst packhiking min-pin ever) have seen some
incredible
things when we go packhiking. The story is somewhat
graphic in
nature, so I've left a lot of that kind of stuff
out. Use your own
imagination.

We were hoofing it through the Cleveland metroparks
with about two
miles left on our ten mile hike, and we came up to a
picnic pavilion
area. Off to the left were several portable toilets,
porta potties,
and one was being used in a very unusual fashion.
There was some
sort of training cart parked next to the porta
potty, with four
Siberian husky-malamute looking dogs in harnesses,
all hooked to one
gang line (I think that is what it is called).

The gang line was probably 20 feet long, and went
directly into the
door of the porta potty. The dogs were not hooked to
the training
cart at all, so it appeared they were out on a port
o' let sled
riding mission. I can only assume there was no way
to anchor the
cart and dogs while the driver was taking care of
business, so she
got the brilliant idea to just take the gang line
into the porta
potty and hold on to the dogs while she accomplished
her goal.

You are probably thinking the exact same thoughts I
was when I saw
this little set up: Recipe for disaster. And of
course this story
wouldn't really be worth typing if it ended with the
woman coming
out and driving off with her dogs into the sunset.

I am fishing for my digital camera to take a picture
of the porta
potty-pulling team when my dogs yank their leashes,
almost toppling
me over. A squirrel has decided to stop nearby, pick
up a nut and
chow it while my three dogs watch. So far the four
sled dogs haven't
seen the squirrel, but it is only a matter of time,
as my dogs are
doing the "If I wasn't on this leash I would kick
that squirrel's
a##" dance.

Sure enough, the potty pullers' heads all snap to
the direction of
the squirrel, and they all appear to get the same
idea as my three
straining at their leashes. My dogs see those dogs
spot the
squirrel, and some sort of dog tribal hunting
nonverbal
communication thing happens, as every one of the
seven dogs on
either end of the field realizes that its pretty
much a race to see
which of the two groups can get to the squirrel
faster. My dogs
redouble their pulling efforts, and the four dog
sled team reacted as
one, and lunged full steam for the squirrel.

The porta potty sort of spins about 30 degrees and
rocks like the
dickens.  Luckily, it doesn't tip over, but kind of
rocks back and
forth a time or two and then rights itself. Well,
that is just
unacceptable to the sled team, and they give another
huge yank. The
porta potty spins yet again, and from inside some
sort of human
screech occurs.

The screech seemed to slow the sled dogs down and
they settled into a
nervous stand. At this point the squirrel decided
the dogs weren't
going to get him so he started doing some kind of
"na,na,na can't
get me" dance, infuriating the porta potty pullers.
If you ever
wondered why dog sleds are built long and low to the
ground, as
opposed to small and tall, like, say --- the shape
of a porta potty,
you need no longer wonder if this is a design flaw.

Anyhow, the pulling and barking started up again.
The porta potty
did its best to stay standing, rocking heavily back
and forth. The
dogs, sensing victory, forgot completely about the
squirrel, and
started timing their pulls with the rocking, and of
course
triumphantly gave one last tug and yanked the porta
potty over. For
some reason, they just stopped pulling after the
port potty settled
on the ground.

(i'm not sure what happened to the squirrel at this
point, although
if he was anything like that insurance commercial
where the two
squirrels make the car wreck and high five each
other, then my guess
is he ran off into the woods to get his friends so
he could show
them what he'd accomplished.)

From the port potty came a series of cuss words> > unrepeatable in this
story, so I figured I'd better see if I could help.
The port potty
unfortunately had landed face down, meaning the door
was now the
bottom.

I tied my dogs to a tree, and ventured toward the
port o let. I
asked if the occupant was OK. She said yes, in a lot
more colorful
and verbal way  than just yes, but for the purposes
of this story
we'll just say she said yes.

The port potty hadn't fared as well. You could tell
it was hurt
because there was a lot of blue fluid leaking from
it. I told the
woman that I would have to roll the port potty on
its side to get
the door open and she should find something to hang
on to. Well a
couple good shoves later, the thing rolled 90
degrees and the door
was exposed.

The door opened and out crawled a blue mama smurf,
covered with the
blue blood of the dying port potty. Her dogs came
running and
decided she needed a bath. About this point she
realized that step
10 in the bathroom process entitled "put your pants
back on" had
been skipped, so she disappeared back into the port
potty.

Well, she was in absolutely no mood to talk about
her ride on the
wild side, which I didn't blame her, so she got the
short version of
what had happened outside and I spared her the
indignity of having
to recite what happened from inside. I helped her
hook her dogs back
up to the cart looking thing, and off she went,
glowing blue as she
went drove down the path and back into the woods.

I can't imagine what all the other visitors thought
as they walked
serenely through the park and were passed by a
pissed off blue smurf
and her merry band of blue-tongued dogs>

:D :D :D
That's brilliant!!

Ok that cheered me up after a bad day, dogs who'd have them.
Mary

What I want to know is did the person who wrote the story get her camera out in time and where are the pictures :D :D

Can't stop laughing - can just picture it!!!

Margot