Cancer Won’t Kill Me… – Tales and Tails

This past week has had its share of stresses and trials, some of them cancer-related and some dog-related.  Yesterday, I came to the conclusion that cancer won’t kill me because I’m pretty sure a dog is going to do me in first.  Of course, there can only be one star of this story and that would be Flattery.

Follow the White Rabbit

Follow the White Rabbit

If you’ve read the blog for a while, you know that Flattery is the resident mischief-maker.  She has always had a penchant for it and she certainly hasn’t grown out of it, even though she’s now considered a senior dog.  We have two puppies here who get into less mischief than one ten-year-old Greyhound.

We’ll start the story on Tuesday.  Tuesday was a nice, sunny day, albeit a little cool.  I’ve been trying to make healthier choices lately and get back into the habit of walking, even if it’s just a short stroll.  It was such a nice day, I thought it would be fun to take Rose and Flattery along with me.  There were several little signals that told me it was not a good idea, but I persisted.  After a few minutes, we were off on our walk.  There was a motorcycle buzzing around the neighborhood, so Rose was a little reluctant, but she finally fell into step.

Flattery, on the other hand, started walking slowly and then threw in a limp for good measure.  She has one foot that has corns, so there are times when her foot is tender and we don’t walk, or we put a Thera Paw boot on, but it’s been such a long time since it bothered her that I wasn’t thinking about it.  However, the farther we got from home, the more she limped.  After two blocks, I gave up and brought them back home, hoping that nobody called the ASPCA on me.  Once she was back inside the house, she seemed remarkably improved, so I wasn’t too worried about it.

Walk At Eureka Lake

Then, yesterday afternoon rolled around.  I have a group that I meet with to do walks on Wednesday evenings, so I was getting ready to go do that.  I decided to take the girls out first because they usually just get more and more wound up as I start getting ready.  We went out to the turn out pens and Rose, Flattery and I all saw it at the same time.  There was a rabbit in the middle turn-out pen.

I was going to try to take the girls back inside, but that was not happening.  So, I opened the first pen and Rose ran right in so that she could get a closer look at the rabbit.  Flattery headed in behind her, but just before I got the gate closed, she darted out and ran over to the front of the second pen.  I latched the pen, then tried to call Flattery over.  That was when the rabbit ran out the back side of the pen and took off with Flattery in hot pursuit.  I started to go after her, then realized I didn’t have my phone handy.  I hurried inside to get it and call Mr. Taleteller to come home and help me get her.

Two of my neighbors informed me that she’d chased a rabbit and was headed down the alley.  I thanked them and then Mr. Taleteller answered the phone.  I told him he needed to come home right now.  He told me he was already on his way.  I then said, “No, you don’t understand!  Flattery ran off after a rabbit!”  No sooner had we hung up then I turned around as another neighbor called out.  Apparently, Flattery got bored with the rabbit or lost track of it and went to the neighbors for some love and attention.  Miraculously, she had no limp whatsoever.

Choose Your Friends Wisely -- Tales and Tails

Choose Your Friends Wisely

I thanked the neighbor profusely, clipped on Flattery’s leash, and headed back home to get Rose and take them both inside.  After peeing in the neighbor’s yard, Flattery suddenly decided that she needed to go into the turn out pen.  I told her no and went to grab Rose and put her leash on.  Flattery blocked me as the gate opened and Rose strolled right out.  I had no choice but to let Flattery into the pen and try not to panic about Rose.  Fortunately, Rose has a one-track mind and she went straight to the back door, waiting for me to let her in, which I gladly did.  Then I went back and grabbed Flattery to bring her inside.

Flattery is lucky there were witnesses out there the second time because I felt like I could have throttled her. I know I felt a few years shave off my life and I’m pretty sure that cancer won’t kill me now.  It’s more likely to be Flattery or a heart attack that takes me down.  She’s lucky she’s cute!


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