Tis' a sad day. It's a day most people try not to think about. A day that we all hope will never come. Some never have to deal with it, but alas, many do. We probably put it somewhere in the dark recesses of the mind, the back burner, if you will, hoping that is where it will stay.
I never dreamed this day would come. I certainly never thought that this daunting task would fall into my hands. It's not fair. There is a black cloud forming above my head and I blog with a heavy heart.
It seems that I must search for a special place, a safe place because I fear Lela and Blanche are headed to the "home".
I don't know what has gotten into them. Maybe it's the moon, it was full in the middle of this month, or maybe they were both hoping for a gig on Animal Planet. America's Funniest Home Videos might have been a better choice.
I'll start with Blanche. She lives on the outskirts of our state's capitol in a sprawling ranch style home. If ever there were a glass bauble or knickknack to be made, it resides in her house. The setting of her home provides her with wildlife not normally seen in the city. She has had deer, wild turkeys, all species of birds and raccoon visit her yard. This has brought her much delight.
Another thing Blanche has is tunnel vision, she only sees what she is looking at. This also accounts for how she drives. There is never anyone on the road but her, unless there is someone in front of her. When there is someone in front of her, they are not there for long.
Blanche also has a couple of cats. They have the roam of the yard, but since the weather around here has been so frigid, they have been staying in the house. She let one of the cats, Grey, out the other evening for some fresh air. After a while, she went to check on him and noticed a raccoon sitting at the far edge of the patio. Grey was sitting on the other side, giving the raccoon a wary eye. She opens the door and calls to Grey, then something else caught her eye. This is where her lack of peripheral vision played the ace it had stored up its sleeve.
She isn't sure exactly what it was that grabbed her attention, but she did feel the cat brush up against her leg as it entered the house. As she began to shut the door, her vision went back to where Grey was sitting and he was still sitting there. Probably with a look of "WTH?" on his furry mug. Blanche looks down and sure enough, she had let the raccoon in the house.
The raccoon doesn't seem to be the least bit intimidated by Blanche's screams to her husband Raymond and is happily eating some cat chow out of a bowl.
Since all Raymond can hear is "Oh! Raymond!" about six times, he doesn't get in a big hurry to see what all the commotion is about. He finally comes down the hall, takes a look and tells Blanche why didn't she just say "raccoon". Blanche is standing outside behind the open door by this time.
The raccoon looks at Raymond, decides he's in the wrong place and scoots out the door. If the raccoon had gotten all the way in the house, it would have looked like a scene out of an old Disney movie, where some kind of animal reeks havoc and destroys an entire building. There wouldn't have been a bauble left unscathed.
About this time, far away in the great Southwest, Lela was having her own animal moment. Lela has a new dog. If you do not recall the blog of dog, here is a brief refresher. Sammy is a part Chihuahua, part Pomeranian ball of fluff, aka ankle biter. Lela also has a cat, Sasha, a Russian blue. By the way, Sasha is not happy.
Lela and her husband, Wally, have ancestral roots in Ireland and Germany. Now they have a Mexican/German dog and a Russian cat. With that many nationalities under one roof, it's a sure recipe for disaster.
Since there are certain parts of the house Sammy is not to be in, Lela buys and installs a baby gate. Maybe Lela was just excited about getting to watch the upcoming winter Olympics or maybe she always had a secret ambition to be a hurdle jumper, I'm not sure. At least with hurdles, if the back leg doesn't clear, the hurdle falls over.
Yes indeed, Lela heads off for bed, gets one leg over the gate, aka hurdle, but the other leg didn't follow through. It gets caught on the top of the gate and down went Lela. But it wasn't enough that she went down, no, she slammed her head into a closed door in the hallway. Lela ended up with a concussion.
I asked her why she didn't have a crate for Sammy. All the dog care information out there today always recommends crating a dog for bedtime, or when they have to be alone for short periods of time. She told me Sammy doesn't like the crate, it makes him cry.
Well, no doggy do do. It's a good thing Lela and Wally live close to the ER, they're thinking they may get the new wing addition named after them.
Let's see, here's a glossy brochure for a nice place....no throw rugs, no baby gates and no pets allowed.
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