Okay, so my wife told me today about a story of two dogs that fit ours just perfectly. One dog (Cooper) has an old soul, very calm and mellow. He obeys orders and always follows commands. Then, the other dog (Phoebe) is a crackhead. She obeys no commands, eats anything she can get her mouth on, barks at every bird that flies by the window, runs from you constantly, and howls like it is Halloween constantly.
I didn't even know we had a dealer in the neighborhood.
Oct 27 - Nov 2
First of all, what is the hardest thing to do in the world?
I never should have mentioned that I would have a catastrophe to write about because that let the universe know, and so it happened.
My son's worker was sick on Monday, so he had to come over to our house for the day. I immediately reminded him to make sure that Phoebe didn't get a hold of any of his earbuds. Well, next thing I know, my wife is chasing Phoebe trying to get something out of her mouth. At that point, we couldn't tell what it was, but everything appeared normal until the evening when Phoebe went into distress. We got through the night and found an emergency vet the next morning. We asked them to do an X-ray, but they couldn't tell what it was, just that something was in there. We told them to do the surgery, and $4400.00 later, my son got his earbud back. I didn't find out if it still worked.
The hardest thing in the world is to try and give a dog pills because they know what is coming, even though you lie to them.
Oct 20 - 26
Ok folks. I have nothing this week.
My wife came home from Africa and immediately got sick (not COVID), and I sprained my ankle and can't walk. But rest assured, I am sure some calamity will occur this week that I can write about.
Oct 13 - 19
So my wife is on a trip to the Sahara Desert, and I am responsible for everything while she is gone. Here are 2 photos, one of her on a camel and the other of my new pet she is bringing back.
Well, as I have said before, Cooper hates cars driving down our street. I honestly believe his girlfriend got run over by a car in a past life. So, when I walk him with Phoebe, I have to be very careful because he wants to attack every moving car. OK, we are out walking, and I see my neighbors' gardeners getting ready to leave in their trucks, so I head off the street back into my yard. As I get about halfway down our yard, they start driving away, and I am holding the leash tightly, but then I trip over a rock and Cooper gets loose and chases them down the road. I panic, but I still have Phoebe on a leash. Now Cooper is already 200 yards away and still pursuing their trucks. My only option is to run after them, hoping the trucks stop before the main road just up ahead. As I am running, I am thinking that as a 71-year-old man this could easily lead to a fatal heart attack. However, if Cooper gets killed it would be my fault, and my wife would kill me. I decided to keep running because dying while chasing the dog would be a lot less painful than trying to explain to my wife how I got her Cooper killed.
Fortunately, another car came the opposite way up the road, and Cooper went after it, and thank God he pulled into the next driveway, so Cooper stopped, and I was able to catch him. With a huge sigh of relief, I staggered home.