We all know that life can turn on a dime, but when I hear people say that it is usually not due to some stroke of good fortune, but something we perceive as a challenge.
Take yesterday at Our Little House, I had my day all planned and it began on a good note.
I let the dogs out and got to work early. The sun came up and it promised to be a gorgeous, 65+ degree day with a wind, perfect for doing laundry.
And then, well, everything went south or turned on a dime, as they say.
When the weather last Saturday was a warm 70+ degrees, we decided to take the dogs for a walk.
My mom used to use the expression, “Go outside and get the stink blown off of you,” and that was partly what we were trying to do on Saturday – literally.
Emma, who also used to roam with Sade, got hit once.
While it usually only takes once before dogs realize what damage these black and white stinkers can inflict, once is more than enough, especially in a little house.
This time, I only intended on sponsoring a dog from the shelter to rescue, but as Living Large readers have quoted John Lennon so many times: “Life is something that happens when you’re making other plans.”
We have a new member of our family at Our Little House. Right now, she is officially a foster, but well, you know….
The rescue doesn’t name their dogs, as they don’t want a dog to get familiar with a name and then have it changed, but I can’t stand not naming them, so Abbi it is. I wanted to name her Annabel Lee, after my favorite Edgar Allen Poe poem, but Dale thought it too creepy.
Abbi is a fence jumper/digger. She was given up because she wouldn’t be contained in a suburban yard and when she got to rescue, they had to build her a special run as she wouldn’t be contained there either.
Last week, she got out of her special run and killed the son’s duck. In addition to dealing with her son’s grief, the owner of the rescue knew now that this poor dog couldn’t be in the suburbs or on a farm.
Our Little House, situated near neither, is perfect.