I know, I know. More dog anecdotes. Spring is really slow arriving this year. Nevertheless, there are some signs that give me hope. The "run-off" pond on the walking trails is mostly open water. Two days ago it had a lot of open areas but the shore was still ice and snow covered.
The guns are booming. I live near an Army training base and to tell the truth, sometimes the artillery in the distance is more like white noise. Not to my Jack Russell, Patch. She is terrified and sits shaking in miserable fear in her basket. As she shudders, she gets so warm she, pants. Patch is rendered helpless by the percussion.
The guns don't always start before we go on our walk. Two days ago, the familiar booming started partway through. Patch ran in loping, frightened patterns and headed down to the pond. She's pretty agile usually. Perhaps it was the adrenalin pumping her up but she lost her footing and fell into the icy water. Her head disappeared beneath the grey surface. Dog are good swimmers so she bobbed right up. The bank was too steep and icy for her to scale so there she was frantically pawing and slipping back into the water. Jack Russells are tough which is another good thing. I ran down, reached out and grabbed her collar. One quick yank and she was back on land.
It was the end of the walk. Even though she had to be cold, the only thing I could do is walk her back. Once we were home, I dried her off and wrapped her in a blanket. In a couple of hours, she was dry and warm, the guns had quit and she had returned to neurotically chewing her toys.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.