This past weekend, we spent a great deal of time cleaning up our yard. The pool is covered. The garden has been harvested and “yanked” out of its plots. Our lush hops vines have been torn down. The last of the zinnias have been picked.
Now we have several lawn bags ready to be picked up.
I feel happy about our progress and grateful we aren’t trying to accomplish the annual clean up in dreary November, but I feel like we have opened the gates of winter to our life.
As I was working in the yard, I thought of our summer. One story I have not shared with all of you (family and friends!) is the event with our dog Ollie. He is quite a character and is my constant companion. He likes to cause trouble by sneaking food off plates, snatching Penny’s beloved Piggy, and barking at the little dogs next door. He even hunted a couple opossums and a squirrel last summer. Nothing is ever boring with this beagle/blue heeler. Good grief.
Anyway, after a lovely afternoon in the pool with my friend and all of our kids the mood suddenly changed right around dinner time. After our goodbyes to our guests, I quickly began to prepare dinner. I let Ollie out and never realized that would be the end of a relaxing evening.
A bit later, I heard a demanding bark at the back door and that was my cue to let Ollie in the house. When I opened the door, I noticed Ollie was shaking his head and blood was spattering all over me, the house, and the deck. I quickly shut the door and knelt down to check out where the blood was coming from…his ear had a huge chunk taken out of it! I felt terrible for him.
I got towels and thought if I applied enough pressure the bleeding would stop. I later learned that ears have many blood vessels and it is nearly impossible to get the bleeding to stop. I called Nathan, not panicking, but totally helpless not knowing how to help our dog and being okay with blood being splattered all over me (seriously, it was gross and I looked even grosser). Unfortunately, THAT day Nathan was in the city for a conference and THAT day I was a cool wife and said come home later and hang out with friends and THAT day he took the train.
So I waited for over an hour in the backyard with our blood dripping, blood caking on fur dog. All while my kids are in the house having a hey day playing the Wii, playing on the computer and eating whatever for dinner…remember, I am covered in blood and can not go in the house.
I kept things light and sent Nathan multiple photos of our dog saying “can’t wait to see you”. Obviously I was thrilled when Nathan arrived home and we figured a plan to get Ollie in the car without him shaking blood all over our car. I ended up sitting in the cargo area (why not, I look like a horror film character…a little more blood won’t hurt) of our van with our dog panting in my face and a towel around his ear. I sort of started to panic when we were in such close quarters and wondering if he would freak out on me.
To make a long and costly story short, Ollie ended up fine. He has the funniest ear and no matter how much I try to take a photo of it, he backs away and I can never get a good shot.
Look at him. You would never know that he could get in a scuffle with a raccoon, opossum, badger (ha!), or alien monster…we still don’t know what happened, just a good summer story to share.
Did I mention the mosquitoes and flies devouring me? Yep, they did. Maybe winter isn’t looking so bad.