Now Phideaux was a scent hound, He was really into scents. As a matter of fact, he lived to smell. He also smelled to others; but it was okay, because he smelled like a dawg!
Doggies can have moments when they embarrass humans, like when they sniff crotches or get overly friendly with legs. Boudreaus knew this, and trained his dog Phideaux to sniff from the other side, but only if someone was wearing a swimsuit.
(Dogs are very trainable. And early teen boys can be single-minded when it comes to mischief. Even the parish priest or the deputy can rein them in.)
Actually, his cousin Marie and his sister Chantal helped too. He would tape a small dog treat in the cleft of their butts to provide Phideaux with a variety of targets to practice on. After thirty trials Phideaux became a skilled butt hound -- ready for the National Trials for Butt-Tracking!
Came the day to reveal the dog's skills! The Boudreaux family went to the Mississippi Gulf Coast for a day of fun and sun, and took Phideaux along. Now Papa and Mama Boudreaux was unaware of Phideaux's skill.
The girls on the beach oohed and ahhed over the cute doggie with the soulful eyes. Phideaux was a chick magnet of sorts, and enjoyed the attention. Then they went on to play a little volleyball on the beach. When they turned the other cheek, ol' Phideaux sprung into action. The second one he snuck up on jumped four feet with a squawk. Not a sexy sound, but when you have been goosed by a dog, your vocabulary is somewhat limited. One of the older Boudreauxes laughed; can you guess which one?
Phideaux did not give all his attention to girls in bikinis; no, he investigated male butts too, including one of a Harrison County deputy.
Phideaux became known as Phideaux the Goose Hound after that!
*Pronounced "Fi-doh."
14 comments:
That was hilarious, including Phideaux's sly look!
Where on earth did you find that picture, Angel? What a funny story and I love the spelling of the dog's name.
Cute story, Angel.
I would be more selective if I were Phideaux. The picture says it all.
Really funny story! There was a butt sniffing hound in my home town. I got used to it.
oh, dear.
Phideaux's nose knows.
I like the dog's name. How ethnically suitable!
Being goosed by a dog is a quick wake up!
Great story, and fun picture!
That face! He knows JUST what he's doing!
ALOHA from Honolulu,
ComfortSpiral
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Boudreaux of "butt paste" fame? My sister-in-law used to bring us Boudreaux's Butt Paste when my youngest was in diapers. She's from your neck of the woods.
It makes you wonder why we humans don't use the old butt-sniff as an introductory action. It would make singles bars a lot more interesting ...
This is really funny! I need to visit your blog more often!
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