Gretta

Though there are many times where I am glad that I don't own a gun because I would probably shoot her, I love my german shorthair pointer, Gretta.
Here is a great Gretta story. As I'm thinking about how to tell it, I can still see it happening over and over again in my minds eye and it makes me laugh.
On Saturday evening we had a yucky sleet-ice storm thing that left the snow all crusty and glazed over. If you've ever been to my house you know that I have a hill that runs from the front yard down along the side of my house and around to the lower level. This is where Gretta and I play frisbee and hang out. Gretta likes to chase the frisbee down the hill and has also decided that the bottom of the hill is a good place to go poop.
On this particular day, after our ice storm, Gretta had been sliding down the hill like crazy, chasing after her toy. After one run, she stopped about half way down the hill and decided it was time to "go". She turns around so that she is facing up the hill and proceeds to squat and start her business. She's not the brightest dog and so she didn't quite understand why she was starting to slide down the hill. She still had her frisbee in her mouth but was so startled by her motion that she dropped her fisbee and it landed on its edge and started rolling away. This concerned her because she needed her frisbee and so she started to turn to try and get the frisbee but then thought better of it. Then she tried again. It was such a huge dilemma for my poor little dog, and it all happened to take place while she was pooping.
Things ended up ok and she made it through with no poop on the paws or any permanent scars, but it was touch and go for a moment!
I had a good laugh all by myself in my front yard over that one. It's moments like those that remind me why I love her. :)