Sunday, March 11, 2007

Small Victory

For those of you who follow this blog, thank you. I have been very busy with this play called life for the past few months. What I have learned is that there is a reason cliches ring true.

Good habits, don't seem like habits. Bad habits are a bitch to break.

What goes around, does eventually come around. You just have to be a bit patient.

You reap what you sow. (kind of goes with the one above).

Our very dear neighbor for the past seventeen years (we have lived here seventeen years and are still the "new" kids on this one mile road, with only eight houses) died in early February. She had been very ill since October 2006. She had been to her home twice between then and when she died. She was the prefect neighbor: there when we needed her, (and we have needed her big-time at least twice in these past seventeen years), but minded her own business when we didn't. She watched our house; we watched hers.

To assist her and her family, we offered to watch her house, make it look like someone was home and care for her dogs, cats and horses. It only took a couple of minutes out of each day, and it gave her peace of mind that her "babies" were well cared for. She had two outside dogs, one of which would not allow anyone, save our neighbor, to touch him. For all of October, November and December, we drove (less than an eighth of a mile) to her home in the morning and evening to feed the critters. I thought my husband was nuts. Our road is not that busy. But as usual, he had a plan. As long as the dogs thought we DROVE to feed them, they would not figure out we live across the street and take up residence at our place. (We really don't need two more dogs). That strategy worked until New Year's Day. Weather was chamber of commerce perfect and we were in the yard, getting things ready for what we thought would be an early spring. Guess who heard us. Yep, the scaredy-cat dog.

He came a running. Hung out. We tried to feed them at their house for a week. We finally threw in the towel in the middle of January. GREAT! WE'VE BEEN ADOPTED... Two outside dogs to go with the THREE inside ones. Five dogs AGAIN. And, one which won't let any human touch him. Trust was not there. It was in the hospital and not coming home. They, and us, have adapted well.

Today, was the small victory. He let us pet him. Mind you, no one has touched him, even serendipitously. He let us pet him for over five minutes. Just eating it up. Can't wait to tell the neighbor's daughters. I know she knows.

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