First of all, my mom fell yesterday and broke her ankle in three places. She is going to have surgery on Tuesday to have several pins put in, after which she will be in a cast for several weeks. Say a prayer for her and daddy. I know she feels like she just can't catch a break but if you know me at all you know I am BIG on that "everything happens for a reason..." jazz. Don't know why this happened, but I am sure something good will come of it sometime, somehow.
Next, I am about to pull my hair out over Lily's stinkin' bobbys. She CANNOT keep up with them no matter what. We can have three floating around one hour and the next hour you can't find one anywhere. You can turn the house upside down you'll swear they grew legs and ran away! She flops in the floor screaming and crying for it. I can usually take it better than Sam, who will set out on his own private mission to shut his sister up by finding her ever-precious bobby. I guess he feels her pain cause he's still a finger-sucker himself. She carries it with her outside and then she lays it in the grass or on the trampoline or in the sandbox. Of course, she doesn't think of bringing it in until she can't find one in the bobby drawer (yes, I have a kitchen drawer dedication to housing bobbys - how sad is that?).
Brad is out of town at The Grove Park Inn in Asheville at an airport conference until Friday. Bless his heart, right? Hmph... I'll bet he hasn't hunted for a bobby once tonight! I love my husband. I know he works hard... really, really hard. I know he loves his family. But oh, how I wish he were here more...
19 more days of school....
OK, now for my coyote story... The other night I was awakened several times through the night with the dogs barking. Around 6am, I heard them barking like mad, followed by what sounded like a dog fight, followed by Taco barking on the front porch - not in the dog lot where she was supposed to be. Confused and worried, I jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom window which looks out onto the front porch. There was my fat chihuahua, hair on her back standing straight up, barking with a purpose. Everything in her stance told me she was pissed. I looked around for what she was barking at, only to see a coyote standing at the edge of the flowerbed, not even three feet from Taco, pacing back and forth in front of her. It was only waiting for her to come down off the porch, I assume. I yelled for Brad to get his gun. He fumbled around looking for his bullets, turned off the alarm, and threw open the front door so hard it hit the wall and sent the coyote running. He didn't even get a chance to see it but I had been watching it from the window the whole time. I pieced together then events of the morning and I figured that Taco and Burger were being watched by this coyote all night. Taco dug herself a hole under the fence (she's done it before) and slid underneath to "attack" the coyote. Understand that Taco has not been informed of the fact that she is only inches tall and that she is about three times as heavy as your typical chihuahua. In her mind, she is a killer! She must've ran past (or at) the coyote, tangled with him briefly, before realizing it was in her best interest to get to safety. She's awfully lucky she made it to the porch, and even luckier that the coyote was afraid to come on the porch behind her. Brad, in his determination to kill the culprit, borrowed an audio tape of a wounded rabbit (you know everyone has one of those lying around the house collecting dust) and played it several hours that evening while sitting in the porch with a spotlight and a shotgun. No luck, unfortunately. So I have been extremely uneasy about the dogs being outside, even though they are in a fenced lot. Tonight, with Brad out of town, I decided to keep them in the garage, just incase. I mean, I've never shot a gun and I wouldn't begin to know how to if I needed to. I guess I should learn.
I noticed while writing that paragraph that "coyote" is a really weird word. Don't you think?
Well, my sweet babies are patiently waiting for me to tuck them in and read them a story before bed. I should've already had them in bed but I got started with this and I didn't want to stop until I had finished. After all, I had strict orders from Carmen to get on my blog and write because she's bored and needs something to read. I will try to do better, Carm.
One last thing before I go... Lily's dance recital is this Sunday afternoon and then we're finished with dance until next year (if we decide to dance next year). I am so glad that I can finally stop running here and there!
Oh, wait.... I forgot to say that Brad bought me an iPod for Mother's Day. I have been having a good time getting it like I want it. I miss music and I have been trying hard to get back into it now that my kids are getting older and I can stop listening to kiddie songs in the car!
1 comment:
hey, heather. it's emily.
my father told me not long ago about the coyote situation out there. he said that, in order to help control the deer population, the local government (in all their wisdom) released coyotes. then told the locals to fire at will. now, it seems to me that it would be much more logical to just extend the deer hunting season. but what do i know.
my mother had a hissy when one of her pygmy goats was found dead. well, parts of it were found anyway. she was convinced that a coyote ate it but my dad was only able to catch a fox. needless to say, the fox met an untimely death.
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