Saturday, July 7, 2012

At Wits End

For the second time in a week we have been, dare I say, blessed with thunderstorms rolling across the county.  Hail fell in various areas,  power outages were the usual for some, and while we hated the damage done by wind ,hail and electrical bolts crossing the sky willy nilly, we really needed the rain.  The heat has been so horrendous that most of us just spend  the afternoons inside with the a/c and fans. 
     Now this is not a story just about a thunder storm.  It is also about a dog.  Our little cocker mix, Chase, loves to run.  She loves to run until she is near collapse and so whenever we go out with her we make her wear her leash.  We have only had to chase her (notice her name, that's how she got it) three times since we have known her and never since we have been owned by her.  And so begins our story.
    I have noticed that we are more apt to get bad weather when the the weatherman fails to mention our existence.  Is it just me?  I don't think so.  Yesterday afternoon (Thursday past) I noticed that the sky outside the heated afternoon window, was darker than usual and thought I heard low rumbles of thunder.  Mac went to the front door and opened  it to look out. Not noticing Chase standing at his feet as he held the door cracked I heard him start yelling " CHASE STAY..."  Then he began to say other things as he flew out the door hot on her trail.  I grabbed the walker (still recovering from foot surgery here) and stumbled out the door yelling "bacon Chase, BACON"  ( but on she ran paying no attention to the treat bag I was waving over my head.)  As I stood in the center of the yard the wind was threatening to remove the walker from my tight grip to wrap around the truck.  Chase was no where in sight.  We were like cartoon characters muttering "which way did she go which way did she go"  to each other.  Then suddenly she appeared in front of me and once again I started waving the treat bag.  But she had a guinea fowl in her sight and on she ran.  Mac, promising a beating, ran after the dog who ran after the guinea who ran for the woods as fast as her short little legs could carry her...I lost sight of all of them.  I  stood there for  five minutes before  I saw Mac returning from the woods with Chase firmly attached to her leash looking none the worse for wear except maybe tired.  Both of them   Asking after the guinea, all I got was a grunt in reply.  We went into the house where I fully expected the beating to begin.  Announcing I had been promised to witness a beating  and that the beating should commence, they both looked at me like I'd lost my mind.  Well that was a given.  It was about then that the power went out.   And with it any hope that  I would recover what was left of my wits .  It's enough to drive me back to smoking...and maybe drinking...

18 comments:

Pondside said...

Heaven knows, you've reason enough to begin either!
I have similar memories of running down a snow covered street, high snow banks on either side of me, in my pj's calling 'D'arcy, come, piece of cheese, piece of cheese!'
It wasn't one of my finer moments!

ancient one said...

The dog at our house got a beating once for killing a guinea. Husband lost control. Dog still chases guineas but has never killed another one. No one thought to yell a treat at her. Trying to stay cool. It is hot in our neck of the woods!!

Justabeachkat said...

Chase's sweet face hides the mischief she caused! LOL It made for a great story though and you told it so well.

Hope your foot is healing well.

Hugs,
Kat

Sally said...

Well, I knew there wouldn't be a beating, but I can sure relate; having chased Hopper Henry a few times. It ain't a pretty sight; an old lady in her p.j.s running around hollering like a lunatic!

Take care of that foot!!

the fly in the web said...

Chasing dogs is something you'll have to delegate for a while yet...
Our little Tot loves to go off on adventures with her friend Arthur - which is fine unless we are about to go out for a while and want her in the house....we look like the Ronald Searle cartoons in Molesworth of Gabbitas and Thring trying to catch an assistant master as we circle the bushes in which she is lurking, trying to coax out a paw or tail we can grab...

Vee said...

I think these episodes are sent to keep our hearts pumping right along tickety-boo. It's like therapy from on high or something.

Hope that you have found good ways of staying cool and I'm praying your power stays on.

Donna said...

All I can say is MEN!Hahaaa...They don't look around before opening those doors!!! My hubby is the Same way! He's let our Buddy out now, Twice even after my stern warning the First time...I just smiled at him the second time and said, have Fun!
hughugs

Lee said...

Wonderful story Sandi! Sounds like Chase keeps you both active. LOL Good for her AND you both!

Love,
Lee

Zuzana said...

I guess that is why cats are easier pets.;))
But that is a sure very cute looking face.;))
Have a lovely week,
xoxo

Akelamalu said...

Chase sure led you both a merry chase! LOL

Maggie May said...

All these irritations lead to big stress. The weather seems atrocious everywhere and pets always seem to cause some worry or other.
Naughty Chase Glad she didn't get a beating. Not a good idea.!
Maggie X

Nuts in May

Hilary said...

Oh Chase sure doesn't look like that much trouble behind those beautiful eyes. Poor you.. I hope your foot is healing well.

cheshire wife said...

Chase got her exercise. Pleased to read that the foot is improving.

Strawberry Jam Anne said...

So pleased you managed to get Chase back OK, especially with bad weather imminent. Hope you are recovering well. A x

Susie Q said...

Awwww...that sweet face could never do anything naughty!! *grin*
Silly doggies just have no idea what they put us through...or DO they?
*laugh* Give Chase a kiss from me!
Love,
Sue

i beati said...

big sigh love flower below I'm waiting for my rose of sharon to bloom and would fertilize that is if I could find the fertilizer sigh

Lynn@ The Vintage Nest said...

I got so tickled as I read this Sandi. I can just see you now shaking that bag of treats over your head and yelling "bacon". LOL....Our dog has only been spoken to harshly once that I can remember by his Daddy and he jumped up in my lap and put his front paws around my neck. Now mind you, this dog is a golden retriever. :) He is the most sensitive dog I have ever met. Hence his name... Ben...gentle Ben. Ol' Ben, has become deathly afraid of storms (thunder) in his old age. I just ordered him a thunder shirt. Hope it works. Speedy recover my friend! xo

Brian Miller said...

haha keeps you on your toes doesnt it...smiles....glad you got him back....been nice gentle storms here recently to cut the heat...of that i am thankful...