Awakened this morning by my kitchen door opening and closing, I thought perhaps my brother, who is staying with me, went out to look at the stars. It was, after all, only 6am. But no, it wasn't that. It was my dad. The dog had gotten out of the yard and taken off. Dolly is a runner, a world class runner, I might add. I threw on some clothes and made it over there in time to catch my dad getting his car keys - and I caught the story. His mission was to drive up the road and see if she could be found.
Now, I am not a big fan of dogs that take off, but Dolly is my mother's dog and my dad is nearly apoplectic with concern over this, and who am I to argue?? The best thing I can do is support whatever needs to be done and to help in any way I am asked - short of robbing a bank, that is. That said, I nearly drove to Hagerstown last night to kidnap the idiot that was supposed to deactivate my mother's defibrillator. There are some things I most certainly will do!
I walked back to my house - and luckily we are mere yards apart, and woke my brother to stay with mom while I took a walk out back - to look for Dolly. I figured she left by the back fence and headed across the field.. and for those of you who are still wondering about the dog, she was found.
Funny, the thoughts that cross through your mind when you are out on an early morning - before dawn, mind you, hike across a wet field....
From my mother, I inherited fierce self reliance. Though she is heavily dependent on my dad and he on her, neither of them want to be a burden to anyone else. They have always leaned on one another, and are still doing that today. I also learned that lying is never an answer. My mother always knew and still knows the truth. She may look like she is out of it, but that brain is sharp as a tack. She knew my dad lost the dog and she was ok about it. She had a certain knowledge that Dolly would be found. I am glad we had a collar on her, with our phone number. I also realized I love sunrises - as my mother always has. I just haven't had the pleasure to be awake, walking across the field when one occurred in a very long time.
A trip to the grocery store is now on my list.. because when all else fails, we can feed one another, tell stories, and hug. And, isn't that really all that matters? We are one. We are family. We love, laugh, and cry together and apart. I am blessed, truly.
Oh, and the defib guy? He sent a woman out.. because he was afraid of me.. go figure.
Now, I am not a big fan of dogs that take off, but Dolly is my mother's dog and my dad is nearly apoplectic with concern over this, and who am I to argue?? The best thing I can do is support whatever needs to be done and to help in any way I am asked - short of robbing a bank, that is. That said, I nearly drove to Hagerstown last night to kidnap the idiot that was supposed to deactivate my mother's defibrillator. There are some things I most certainly will do!
I walked back to my house - and luckily we are mere yards apart, and woke my brother to stay with mom while I took a walk out back - to look for Dolly. I figured she left by the back fence and headed across the field.. and for those of you who are still wondering about the dog, she was found.
Funny, the thoughts that cross through your mind when you are out on an early morning - before dawn, mind you, hike across a wet field....
From my mother, I inherited fierce self reliance. Though she is heavily dependent on my dad and he on her, neither of them want to be a burden to anyone else. They have always leaned on one another, and are still doing that today. I also learned that lying is never an answer. My mother always knew and still knows the truth. She may look like she is out of it, but that brain is sharp as a tack. She knew my dad lost the dog and she was ok about it. She had a certain knowledge that Dolly would be found. I am glad we had a collar on her, with our phone number. I also realized I love sunrises - as my mother always has. I just haven't had the pleasure to be awake, walking across the field when one occurred in a very long time.
A trip to the grocery store is now on my list.. because when all else fails, we can feed one another, tell stories, and hug. And, isn't that really all that matters? We are one. We are family. We love, laugh, and cry together and apart. I am blessed, truly.
Glad the dog was found. <3
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