It’s almost noon already, and I’m just getting started on today’s blog. I had a terrible scare with Goldie. She is a big, big girl. She weighed 98 pounds last time we had her at the vet. We’re going this afternoon to a new vet, closer to home, and a friend of our family.
At any rate, I opened the front door, telling her to stay back, which she usually does. Not this time. She almost knocked me over, and ran out the front door and bolted across the street. I was panic-stricken. It’s been nearly three years since we lost Roxie to a car accident, and it’s all I could think of. I was petrified. And I still had my pajamas, slippers, and robe on. Oh dear!
I kept calling her name, hoping she’d come to her senses. She was too interested in sniffing out the bottom of a light pole, where all the boys stop on their walks. I was in luck. She didn’t run, thinking I was playing. She reversed as I reached for her collar, and I was able to catch her then. Whew! She started to pull; I knew if I held on to her, she would pull me down onto the concrete. Oh dear!
I told her she needed to be a good girl and come into the house. I’d opened the overhead garage door before crossing the street. I let go of her collar and kept telling her, “Be a good girl, and let’s go inside for a treat.” Food-motivated dogs are the best. We crossed the street, no cars, and she started sniffing mailboxes.
I’m praying, “Please, don’t run away!” She turns from sniffing and follows me, and I hurry to keep pace with her, right into the garage. I caught up with her at the door to the house. She does in the door, and I followed, so very grateful. I’ve been consciously thanking God all day that she didn’t encounter a car and wasn’t hurt at all. I don’t think our hearts could have taken that a second time.
Took a short break to view a training/marketing pitch from a famous author to be successful at writing a non-fiction book. Not surprising, you have to be a storyteller first. True story or one you make up, it makes sense you’d need to be a storyteller.
Have you ever listened to someone spin a yarn and by the time they’re finished, you aren’t sure if the story is true or not? The Babe is a great yarn-spinner. Usually in a joking way, to tease me or someone else. After his quadruple bypass seven years ago, when he finally started making jokes and telling stories, I knew he would get well. It took a long time for that to happen. It was a great concern. We’re blessed for sure.
Our appointment for the girls with their new vet is now only a couple hours away. It should be a good visit and good for them. Less of a trip by car. I need to go finish up a few things here before we do that. Hope you have a beautiful afternoon and have some time outside where it’s beautiful today. See you tomorrow.