Mother Nature (like all good mothers) needs us to know who's in charge. At the same time that she's laying the groundwork of feminine strength and beauty.....
....she's making sure we know that after the loveliness comes the reality. Clean-up detail.... just like life, eh?
A little ice storm suspense story for you, starring yours truly. (I will be SHOCKED if someone doesn't make this into a movie with Kathy Bates playing the role of moi and Lassie (# 247) starring in the role of Sloopy, the dog who cannot walk on ice. (Many will audition, but only one will have what it takes.)
The set: Tuesday morning, 6:00 a.m. Sloopy the Stupie (oh relax, we already have him in therapy) decides he needs to do his business. I let him out the back door of the deck. My view of the world is an ice sheet. I can only imagine what Sloopy was thinking other than the fact that he had to pee like a racehorse. I heard him round the corner to the deck steps, then heard the thud, and knew immediately that he'd slid down the steps to his little toilet corner of our fenced yard. I made coffee (truth), walked 5 miles on the treadmill (lie), then listened for him to want to come back in. Instead of his impatient bark, "hey, I own you at all times, so let me in," I heard his yip,"hey, I've gotten myself into a bit of a pickle and I need you to get me out."
I knew immediately what had happened. He'd fallen down the deck stairs and couldn't get back up. Hindsight, which will always remain 20/20, reminded me to get him one of those necklaces that shouts, "I've fallen and I can't get up!" Of course, I did what every strong woman would do when faced with such a situation. I called hubby at work. I can't go into detail here about what he said for me to do, but I knew IMMEDIATELY that it was up to me to save the dog. So I put on my big parka and gloves, stuck my cell phone in my coat pocket so I could call 911 when I broke my hip, and I rescued my dog. (Eat that, Lassie.... you ain't all that)
Tonight, as I'm layed up in the hospital with two broken hips (I lie,) I thank God that Sloopy lives and that I had the opportunity to tell this tale.
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