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Thursday, September 19, 2013


Did You Hear that Noise?

What Was 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 hissing?

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 barking!

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.

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