Upon reading my I kill more that I save post, the King reminded me of Edgar. Edgar lived, his story should be told.
Many years ago while driving to our mountain studio, our business partner Wazza saved
Edgar crossing the road all alone ‘Wazza save me’
a duckling from certain death while it was trying to cross the busy road. It was alone and separated from his mother and siblings. Clearly in need of assistance.
Firstly I have to give you some background on Wazza, He’s been in our lives for 25 years, I met him before I met the King… He’s a drummer, a very talented one. We’ve toured the country together, I vetted his ‘girlfriends’. We’ve done things we can never talk about 🙂 . We were inseparable, like the 3 musketeers and he’s 103. He’s been 103 since I met him. He likes being 103.
Now the story goes he called into the local vet along the way with the duckling he had already dubbed Edgar and they told him how to care for it.
Arriving late to work due to his detour, Wazza descended the stairs to the studio and showed off his new found friend to the King and other musicians present, explaining his good samaritan act.
I , however, was already in town that morning and therefore didn’t meet Edgar.
Wazza set Edgar up in the laundry tub with some water to swim around, then after a little while decided that, being the banshee that I was, I might take exception to this and he promptly removed young, innocent Edgar from the safety of his stainless steel pond and placed him in the conveniently located large white water filled container just outside the door. Feeling Edgar was happy and safe in his new pond he headed back to work.
This is some fine pond
While all this was going on Sheeba was eyeing the new addition, waiting for her chance to pounce as all good opportunistic German Shepherds who like ducks do.
Imagine her delight with the change of pond venue!
Apparently, as I wasn’t there, the story goes that while everyone was hard at work downstairs, our nasty, horrible, mean dog saw her chance and gobbled poor innocent, recently saved Edgar, for her mid morning snack.
Disaster had struck at the mountain studio, although not until some time later was the murder discovered. The dog was blamed, however no proof has ever been established.
I arrived home shortly after the murderous scene with the groceries. Totally oblivious to the atrocity which had just occurred. I walked into the house and Wazza came thundering up the stairs yelling at me. This was not the usual welcome home I expected and I remember thinking ‘What the hell?’
He proceeded to say ‘Your dog ate Edgar!’ Now I’m pretty cluey and catch on quick. I have a sixth sense about things but I was totally stumped. She did what? Who’s Edgar?
Yeah I ate Edgar…… but you can’t prove it.
By this time everyone from downstairs had come up for the action. He took a breath and explained that Edgar was a fluffy little duckling he’d rescued this morning from certain death and as he didn’t want me to yell at him, he took him out of the laundry sink and put him happily swimming in that big white bowl right there. To which I said ‘Oh the dog’s water bowl?’ Well that was it. He was furious.
The scene was a little crazy, everyone was laughing. I was still having trouble comprehending what was happening, my poor beautiful sleeping dog was being accused of murdering an Edgar, whatever that was and somehow it was all my fault!
This is how I imagine it really went down… the boys being very distracted in their mountain cave making their music, left the duck unattended for probably hours. He could have hopped out and waddled away but Wazza seemed convinced that Sheeba had eaten him.
Granted it was the most likely scenario, she was adept at stealing his chicken breasts out of his hand as he walked up the stairs…. but who carries them at dog stealing level anyway 😛 . Did I mention she was an opportunistic german shepherd?
It has become accepted fact that Edgar’s fate was death by Sheeba.
He could have been squashed by a car, so he lived longer than he might have, saved that fateful day by Wazza. That counts… right?
That’s the story, my dog ate his duck which was put in her water bowl and the circle of life continues……by association, I killed Edgar the duck.
To this day, Wazza gets cranky when we tell that story but it always gets a laugh and it’s all about the laugh, right WAZ ?