here we go! another wrap up post after too much time spent doing any thing but blogging.
I’ll have to split this into daily bits or you’ll have the most annoying hours, skimming through bites, errands, injections, camomile tea, food shopping, eggs, stash, shippings, arrivals, poo and all that happened in the past 30 days or so.
let’s go back to the beginning of June, shall we?
the sun was shining hot, the African heat wave* (stupidly named by meteorologists Hades – had this been really Hades we’d all be roasted like chips, right?) had reached us at full throttle, Margherita Hack was still alive, most of us had no clue who Ed Snowden was & did for a living, Diane‘s new mystery was still a mystery and both my buddies were good as new doing their things.
one not-so-fine afternoon I was chatting wit my sis in her bedroom about whatever will happen to our country next, when I heard our neighbour’s Boxer dog doing the most horrible sounds in the garden.
I interrupted our silly debate and distractedly commented, “hear this grating noise? last time I heard him make such bedlam, he was chewing our poor Pablita** up“.
we looked at each other in aghast and we got up to take a look outside the window. yes, my dears, there he was. playing with her poor shell like it were a hockey disk. he even grabbed her in his mouth and tossed her in the patio for better sliding purposes.
I immediately ran down the stairs, in my PJs (cause what the hell. it’s saturday afternoon, why shouldn’t I be in my PJs), my sis right behind me, and without any further thought I (not so gracefully) jumped the fence and grabbed the poor lady. she was covered in dog’s spit, grass and (sigh) blood. I passed her to my sis and proceeded to trespass back home.
not so easily, though. the left leg of my PJs got stuck to the top of the fence and while I was climbing/falling down (pick your choice) I heard this unexpected STRAP!! and saw them ripped at the knee.
thank goodness that was the only damage I went through, the Boxer dog got scared the moment he saw me running towards him and I got out safe and sound. don’t want to even think about what might have happened otherwise. actually that’s the point: I didn’t think, and I got lucky***.
follow our summer adventures in tomorrow’s post. an all new episode including vets, shots, hard core poo – and Mary Wigham! :O
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* for real. but yes, I meant to remind you of this too.
** Pablita is our Testudo hermanni tortoise
*** awful Get lucky tune. come on Thom & Guy, you can do better than that! I grew up with you doing better than that!!