Have you ever asked someone, "How are you ?"
We do it all the time, in passing, expecting to hear something like "Fine" or "OK" or "Busy" etc.
Anyone asking me that question today, beware and get ready for an earful. In other words, if you're not sincere about knowing how I REALLY am, don't bother with the question.
This is how my day started . . . didn't sleep well because I have either a cracked rib or cartilage pulled away from a rib due to coughing. Because I've had a sinus infection with lots of drainage. TMI ???
With that came asthma which I've not had in years. More coughing and wheezing.
If you've ever had a cracked rib or cartilage pulled away from one, you know it not only hurts like the dickens to cough or sneeze, it even hurts to breathe.
Therefore, I'm tired before my day even started. After feeding the dogs, I decided to deal with a watermelon in the refrigerator. It was so large that even lifting it out hurt my side, so my plan was to cut it into smaller pieces that were easier to deal with.
At first I thought I had just knicked my finger, but upon closer inspection, I could see that the flesh was flapping around and the wound was rather deep.
The last time I did something as stupid, I chose not to have stitches and it took f.o.r.e.v.e.r. to heal.
Not wanting to sit for hours in the ER, I called the clinic and asked for the earliest opening. The receptionist asked what was going on, so I told her. She assured me there would be no problem seeing a doctor.
Because all the docs were in a meeting, there was plenty of time to continue reading "Orange is the New Black." Reading Piper's story of her incarceration made my predicament seem rather insignificant.
Less than an hour after trying to remove part of the flesh from my finger, it was being sewn back back on. Yes, the numbing needle did stick a bit but in a matter of seconds I didn't even know I had a finger.
Finally get home with a numb finger and realize that only one dog is at home. June Bug. After looking for Ginger and Lola for about 10 minutes at the house and realizing that they definitely were not at the house, I loaded Bug into the van and we head down the driveway. Just as I'm about to pull out, I notice the 'dog police truck' coming up the street. Hmmm. Not a coincidence. We stop in the middle of the street and I asked if he had my dogs. He didn't. But it was indeed my dogs he was looking for because someone had reported them on the loose and not only that, but they had allegedly attacked another dog. I cannot post my words here because this a G-rated blog. Let's just say my words weren't, "Oh no."
There was this horrible sensation in my stomach as I visualized a dog being horribly injured or even worse, killed. Lola and Ginger are not mean dogs, and I just could not fathom this happening.
I told the officer to please tell the owner that whatever vet bills there might be, we would pay for them. I also asked him to call me if he found my dogs. For about the next 15 minutes my imagination went wild. What if they had killed a dog ? They would certainly have to be put down. Tears streamed down my face. I stopped and asked every person walking if they had seen Lola and Ginger. Nope. I drove up the hill in the direction the dog police went and found his parked truck. I waited. No sign of him. No dogs barking. The only sound I could hear was the beating of my heart. I waited for about 5 minutes, then continued my search. Nothing. Drove back to the where he had been parked. Truck was still there. Finally, he and a lady emerged from the house. I bailed out of the van and heard my name. I knew the lady. She was saying, "Kathy ! My dog is ok. He's not hurt."
Evidently, she and her little white poodle-type dog were walking in front of the house, and for some strange reason, Ginger decided to run out into the street. Lola decided to follow her. (The radio fence and their collars were not working. The gate was broken so it was open. Not a good combination.) Ginger didn't actually attack the dog, but she did succeed in scaring the bee-jee-bus out of Mary Ann. She called our house but because I was at the doctor's office, no one answered. Hence, the call to the dog police because she knew our dogs needed to be found.
I headed for the elementary school because the dogs love kids and when it's recess time, we can hear all those little voices at our house. No dogs on the playground.
Phone rings. Amigo Animal Clinic has been called and they give me the number of the gentleman who says he has the dogs.
I call the number.
Phone rings. HOME AGAIN calls and lets me know the same gentleman has also called them. (Our dogs are chipped.) They connect me to him. He gives me his address and I head several miles to another neighborhood to find both dogs locked up in his backyard, playing with his dogs.
Can they look any more guilty ?
Everyone is now on lock down until the radio fence and gate are fixed.
By now, I had forgotten all about my finger.
That event seems like it happened days ago after all this.
All I know is having your dogs chipped is very important and the yearly subscription cost is worth every penny.
And here's June Bug.
I knew when I drove up to the house, that something was wrong because she was barking and whining and jumping all over me.
I guess it was her way of telling on her sisters.
June Bug, you were a good dog today !
To all the neighbors who were put on alert and on the look out for our little criminals, thank you for all your help.
Moral to this Story:
If you ask me how my day 'was,' get ready for an earful because I plan to tell you in detail what has happened.
Dear HansMan: All this kind of $hi+ happens when you are gone.
The day isn't over.
I'm just waiting for the skunk to show up.
Now excuse me while I go have a piece of watermelon.