Living Large In Our Little House

Chloe was pulled from the shel­ter by Half-Way Home Rescue

I wouldn’t have made a good nurse. Or doc­tor, or phle­botomist. I wouldn’t have even made a good vet tech.

I get queasy at the sight of blood. I hyper­ven­ti­late and some­times, depend­ing on the sit­u­a­tion, I get phys­i­cally ill.

When I was a teenager, I some­how man­aged to cut a small piece of the tip of my fin­ger off with scissors.

“Go run it under cold water,” my mom said, help­ing me hold a towel to the wound.

The feel of the cold water as it hit my hand and the red wash­ing down the sink was the last thing I remem­ber before wak­ing up on the kitchen floor.

We had yet another med­ical emer­gency at our house yes­ter­day, the worst of them all to date.

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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.

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It may be the Christmas hol­i­day sea­son, but my dogs must be a lit­tle confused.

I think they believe it is Halloween.

Last week, I saw Sade lying in the woods across from the Belle Writer’s Studio gnaw­ing on something.

“What do you have, girl?” I asked. She tight­ened the grip between her paws and chewed even harder.

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It really is start­ing to feel a lot like fall, not just here in the Ozarks, but my friends across the coun­try have been com­ment­ing on the cool morn­ings and warm after­noons that sig­nal a change in seasons.

It seems that it is dur­ing the change of the sea­sons that I stop and do a lit­tle self-reflection, as well as take time to notice the changes around Our Little House.

There are the more notice­able changes. Since spring turned to sum­mer, we lost Emma, a beloved fam­ily mem­ber, but also gained Chloe at Campbell Town.

The days are also grow­ing shorter, we have to take our walks now by 7 p.m. rather than 8. The county fairs are over and the week­ends in the Ozarks are busy with fall festivals.

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