Thursday, September 19, 2013
Did You Hear that Noise?
Last week’s blog brought the knowledge from a reader that
being alone in her home made her “hear” noises that scared the bejibbies out of
her. I had to agree-those 2+ months I
spent alone in our home in Orange County made me rather nervous too.
After all-it was just Pepper and I. We didn’t have any rain, wind or oddities
going on, but then I’d never been alone without Steve or a dog before
either. So every little house “sound”
had me wondering things such as: Is
someone trying to break in? Was that
water gushing I heard? Do I hear the gas
Plus-I think that since I was recovering from major hand
surgery during most of those moments I was having major doubts about my being
able to do anything at all about any of the above mentioned catastrophes.
Now that we’ve almost been residents of Arizona for a year
(the time does go quickly, no?) and we have a fearless Chihuahua named Lucky-I
no longer have any worries about those unexplained noises.
I know you’re all thinking, “A Chihuahua that’s 5-1/2 pounds
gives her piece of mind?” I’d have to
respond with a resounding YES!
Sure she’s tiny, sweet as they come and cute as a button
(please don’t say that part’s easy since she’s almost the size of one) but I
don’t think any of you would want to come in between our Lucky and any of her
perceived dangers when protecting us!
She’s quite protective of not just me either-if a clap of
thunder happens; she’s herding up Pepper and trying to get him to hide in his
post too. And Lord only knows what she’d
do if something odd happened while we’re sleeping! Even when she’s buried herself under the
linens at the bottom of the bed, if she hears Pepper padding around-she starts
We had a very nice morning last week, so the two of us joined
Sam, Adam, Jackson and their shelties for a walk in their neighborhood. It was touch and go for the first third of
our excursion-the dogs had forgotten what a walk was since it’s been too hot to
go on one since the beginning of May-yet there was Lucky, protecting us all
from passing leaves (it was just a tad of a breeze in the air), the sound of
the trash trucks and other cars.
One passerby said, “That’s what those small breeds are all
about-they think they’re all German Shepherds”.
Now, he said that as if it’s a bad thing. Our first Lucky was a Shepherd mix-we loved
her dearly and she protected us from everything and everyone. She was especially protective of the kids.
Somehow it’s rather comforting to know that no matter where
we live, what our cultural background is, how old/young we are or what we do to
make ends meet we all have the same worries.
Right after personal safety, the next major ideas that
everyone seemed to be concerned about was our health and what the future held
for our children.
Amazing. I’m willing
to bet that if my questions had been written at the beginning of the 20th
century the answers would have been the same.