Monday, September 7, 2009
Fall and Runaway Dogs.
Fall is really a beautiful time of the year. The world turns into a new season of beautiful and vibrant colors. More birds are already arriving at the bird feeders, the chickadees are back in full force and my Jack Russell/terrier cross Sparky is running in circles in the yard trying to catch the birds. The other day my sister and I were sitting in the back yard. She had her back to the birds, there had to be about one hundred of them, and poof Sparky went flying by full guns, my sister said, what was that noise...It was the birds as they made flight to safety. So I really am lucky in the sense that I still have wildlife around me. I lived in another area of the city and very seldom did I ever even hear a bird, let alone more than one at a time...so for this I am greatful for the old trees in our neighborhood, and because of this I will try not to complain when I have to clean up about 30 large bags of leaves. There is something to be said to be walking in the leaves and hearing the crunch crunch under your feet, lucky that I am able to hear that sound. Our neighborhood becomes alive, everyone out in their yard and soon will be the sound of leaf blowers, or the sound of my neighbor across the street saying, wait until the end because you will just have to do it again, I like to stay caught up on things and basque out in the sunshine, sit in my chair and rest under my pine tree when I need to. All year round I try to get as much sun as I can because of my sleep disorders, I still lather up with spf sunblock as suggested by my friend Beth. Plus the fresh air in your lungs, I just feel alive! I had a nice quiet day today, my mother in law came over to get some family pictures that I had printed for some relatives they are going to visit. So she stayed and we had a nice visit. All was well until I realized that my dogs had not made a sound for a couple of hours, I went outside about five o'clock and the back gate was open and they were both gone. Sparky came back about an hour later with a bag of McDonalds leftovers and he brought that bag and dropped it to my feet. Oh so proud he was. Needless to say in the garbage it went. We searched the neighborhood and all over the area but my big dog Kula has not returned. I will make some flyers and post them around, call the pound, call the spca. Between you and I, I hope he comes back on his own tonight, he has never been gone this long, and I had brushed him this mornig and I never put his collar back on him...Kula is more than just a dog, he has always been with me when I have had my cataplexy spells, licks my face when I am in a bad one, or just sits beside me when I have them, afterwords I am always so tired that I have to sleep, and there would be my Kula boy laying there making sure that I am okay. Some people with Cataplexy have working dogs and they can alert them to sit before they fall. I hope he is safe! If he shows up or we find him it truly will be my Best Day Ever!