Guest author Sandra
Carey Cody writes about the bond between people and their pets…
When
Cheryl invited me to share a pet memory for her blog, I was delighted. It
seemed such an easy thing to write about. It didn’t turn out quite that way.
How do you choose a single memory out of years of pet love? Which pet do you
write about? They’re all special in their own way and they’ve all added
something special to our lives. I have wonderful memories of each of my pets,
from my first dog, a mixed-breed I named Fancy Ann, through the snakes and
other exotic creatures our younger son was always bringing home, to Missy, the
rescued road-drop cat, who brings such joy to our empty nest these days.
The
chemistry between humans and animals is a mysterious thing, a connection that seems
to bring out the best in all of us.
When
our children were growing up, our family did a lot of camping. For us, it was
the perfect vacation. It was affordable. The kids (two boys Mark Twain would
have loved) could experience the world in a way they only glimpsed in our
suburban neighborhood. Equally important, we could include Lance, our pet-in-residence
for many of those years. Lance was an energetic, half Irish/half English Setter
who remained a puppy all his life.
One
summer we were camping in Florida, near the beach at Pensacola. After our site
was pretty much in order, my husband, Pete, took Lance for a walk. The boys
stayed with me, ostensibly to help, but really to give Pete a chance to scope
out the area and make sure it was safe for them to explore. Turns out, it
wasn’t. There were multiple signs warning campers to stay on the trails. These,
of course, meant nothing to a dog. Luxuriating in the wealth of enticing unfamiliar
scents, despite Pete’s best efforts to rein him in, Lance poked his nose into
the undergrowth at the side of every trail. After one such foray, he yelped,
jumped back and began shaking his head like crazy. Pete barely had time to see
a long, thin shape fly off into the brush, but it was long enough for him know that
a rattlesnake had had its fangs in our dog’s nose.
You’ve
probably all been there in one way or another – a vacation just begun – and a
catastrophe. What to do?
Pete
found the ranger, who gave him the number of a veterinarian, but by the time he
was able to reach the vet (this was long before cell phones came into being),
close to an hour had elapsed – enough time that he was told there was probably
nothing we could do at this point. We’d have to wait and see. So the long night
began. Lance’s nose swelled up like a small melon and he didn’t have to be
coaxed to stay quietly by our side. It was a quiet we (especially I) usually
longed for, but this time, it was not welcome. The next twelve hours were
filled with both hope and dread. Lest you’re worried, I’ll tell you now – the story
has a happy ending. Lance woke up the next morning none the worse for his
misadventure.
The
bright side to the story and one reason it remains so vividly alive for me,
aside from Lance surviving, is the way other campers reacted. Campgrounds are
like small towns. The kids get to know each other almost immediately and news
spreads like campfires left unattended. Even before Pete was able to reach the
vet, the other campers knew our dog had been bitten by a rattlesnake. All
night, people, young and old, dropped by with treats for him - steak bones with
lots of meat left on, bits of chicken carefully scraped off the bone, you name
it - anything a big, foolhardy dog might like. Everyone offered their best
wishes, some with tears in their eyes. The next morning, they all dropped by to
check on Lance and all seemed genuinely happy to hear that he was alive and
well.
I
don’t think I’ve ever gotten to know so many strangers so quickly – all because
of that mysterious chemistry between people and their pets. It’s a bond we all
can relate to.
I’d
love to share a picture of Lance, but it was so long ago, the only photos we
have are dog-eared (sorry) and blurry. Maybe you’d like to see a picture of
Missy, the current love of our life, who considers herself a mighty hunter - or
one of David (the son who dragged home all the exotic pets) with Badger, his
devoted Jack Russell.
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| Missy - mighty hunter! |
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| Badger the Jack Russell Terrier with David, his human. |
What a wonderful
story, Sandra – thanks so much for sharing it with us and thank goodness it all worked out for Lance.
Lethal Journal, the fifth
and latest in Sandra's Jennie Connors Mystery series is available now. I love mysteries and thoroughly enjoyed this one. Here's
my review.
Jennie
has been promoted out of the job she loves. But there's one thing she wants to
do before she moves into her new position: Jake Appleton, known throughout
Riverview as Sour Appleton, needs to be integrated into the retirement
community's social life. It won't be easy.
Jake
spends his days alone, staring out the window and mumbling that the world is
full of crooks. Has he witnessed wrongdoing in the construction project going
on outside his window? Or is he looking back over his own life. Jake's not
telling. He shares his thoughts only in his journal.
Jennie
doesn't give up - and, finally, one morning Jake surprises her. He taps the
journal, says "it's all in here" and agrees to talk to her later that
afternoon.
But
someone else gets there first. Jennie finds Jake with a bullet in his head. The
journal is gone - and Jennie is determined to find it and solve the puzzle of a
lonely old man and restore peace of mind to the residents she loves. If you've
read any of the other Jennie Connors books, you won't be surprised to learn
that the residents insist on becoming involved.
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