Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Of all the things I miss, I miss my mind the most!

Sometimes I just have to laugh at myself, if only because I know there are others are probably doing the same thing; the only difference is that I definitely don't snicker and turn my head.  We have 2 house dogs here, Kelly, a German Shepherd (around 10 yrs old and 60 pounds) and Lola, a little Shitzipoo (about 2 years old and 15 pounds.)  Let's just say Lola lives up to her breed, ie: she needs to shitzipoo every time I turn around.  So I find she needs to be let out into the run far more often than Kelly.  As long as she doesn't shitzipoo on my carpet or floors, then I'm OK with that.

Last night my daughter Alli's hubby let little Lola out into the outdoor run.  When it's dark out the motion detector light pops on when any of the dogs are out there...and unfortunately, it pops on for the coyotes, squirrels, and raccoons too.  I saw him going towards the breezeway door heading for the garage, but I didn't see Lola following, or him let her out.  So,  I guess I didn't really pay attention, I just kept typing away at the old computer.

I shut down the living room tv, computer and all, and in the quiet I could hear this quiet scratching noise. Knowing I had left a window cracked open in the hallway, I stopped like a deer stuck in the headlights thinking: 'NO, don't let that be a raccoon, or something, trying to get in!' (I still get nervous when I remember that coyote sniffing at my open window a couple summers ago...and then killing my barn cat 2 minutes later!!) Then the noise quit for a minute and started up again.  As I got closer to the breezeway I realized the noise was coming from outside, and found Lola paddling 90 mph on the door with her forefeet.  I didn't know that a dog could run like that and actually go nowhere. I have no idea how long she was out there, but she stuck to me like Elmer's glue for the rest of the night.

One thing about getting old, sometimes you forget the important stuff while remembering something totally stupid.  There is no Betty Rubble in the jar of Flintstones Chewable Vitamins.   Case in point!  I  can remember that, and yes, I know it's stupid, but there it hangs in some trapped 'trivia spot' in my grey matter.     

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