Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Little rescue dog returns the favor

We’re each nearly a hundred and I’ve worried from time to time what would happen if something happened to one of us while working in the yard when the other was inside.

Today, we found out thanks to Bitsy, our mini-Dachshund, who did her job.

Lyn Ellen was outside messing with the fish pond. I was in the house playing with the computer when Bitsy started barking.

Repeatedly. Urgently.

I immediately recognized her alarm as her “Timmy’s in the well” bark. I jumped from my easy chair and ran (almost) to the back door – just in time to see a soaking wet Lyn Ellen scrambling onto dry land. She had slipped on one of the decorative rocks and tumped feet first into the pond.

Lots of things could have gone wrong – she could have hit her head and lost consciousness, she could have broken her hip, she could have grabbed the electrical wire for the pump, she could have … well, you get the picture. Fortunately, the stress did not cause either of our pacemakers to fire off.

Only her pride was injured. Nothing a warm bath and a cool glass of wine won’t fix. Whew.

Tonight, we’re taking Bitsy to Sonic.


Ken Martin said...

Good story, George, and I'm glad it was nothing more serious. Have you seen the bumper sticker that says, "Who rescued who?" Dogs are a joy. We call our two Labrador retrievers our stress managers.

Tim O'Keefe said...

Ahhh, but what happensf the dog becomes incapacitated?

Timmy (from the well)

George said...

Lyn Ellen has a life long history of taking care of all sorts of creatures. When her big dog lost control of his hind legs and was too awkward for her to pick him up to take outside, she cut open a canvas tote bag, cut out some leg holes and took care of her dog. She loves all critters. Won't let me squash a spider.
Stuff like that.

B. Rogers, Living in Black Mountain said...

Great well as the iPhone one previously. Sometimes Blogger doesn't let me know when my blogs I'm following have posted...anyway, this new world order is slowly becoming familiar to me, enough to survive for now. And as an elder, I salute you for having awareness for accidents. Carry that phone everywhere myself, in case of emergency (ICE)

Anonymous said...

Good story. Every dog I've ever owned has been a rescue doggie. Believe me, the dogs know they have been rescued from a shelter.

Denise said...

As always, a wonderfully written account of something that could've ended up differently. We have a rescue dog and she's alerted us to dangers more than once! Glad you're okay, George!!

ArchGrafiX said...

Maybe a less sudden dip in that pool would be just what the heat required.

I have a 100-gallon Rubbermade black soaking tub with Epsom Salts in it outside for my psoriasis. Even though I fill it hot back-hose water in it, it cools some and it's always refreshing to take a soak and read in the summer afternoons and evenings. It sits under a bamboo teepee with climbing green beans growing up it, partially shading the tub.

OK, now it's time for a soak...

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