This Is A True Story

I was gearing up to make a new post here and for some reason got lost down the rabbit hole of reading my own blog posts from years back. Now that 111/2  year old Stedman is undeniably “not the dog he used to be”, this one about old Bob the Actual Corgi in his decline made me sad.

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IT’S A SMALL WORLD WHEN FAMILY NEWS OF IMPORTANCE CAN BE RELAYED INSTANTLY ACROSS THE COUNTRY IF ONLY SOMEONE WAS ON THE OTHER END TO RECEIVE IT

Its Suzette (8:34:31 PM): teddy?

Its Suzette(8:34:36 PM): you there?

Its Suzette(8:34:44 PM): i have something to tell you.

Its Suzette(8:34:55 PM): bob plunged into the creek today.

Its Suzette(8:35:15 PM): daddy left the little gate at the back of the yard open. and then he sent the dog out and told nora to bring him in later.

Its Suzette(8:35:34 PM): she was taking a shower and she heard him furiously barking, so she threw her clothes on and went to find him

Its Suzette(8:35:47 PM): he was wandering in the creek way over behind angelo’s pool

Its Suzette(8:36:00 PM): the creek bank is very steep now from the erosion

Its Suzette(8:36:21 PM): he must have been walking on  the spot where the grass clippings get dumped and just stepped too far and boom!  he went straight down

Its Suzette(8:36:29 PM): its a good 14 ft plunge

Its Suzette(8:36:36 PM): even nora had trouble getting down.

Its Suzette(8:36:50 PM): she had to jump down into the water, just like indiana jones

Its Suzette(8:37:29 PM): and she saw him and started calling him but you know he can’t hear now

Its Suzette(8:37:57 PM): he was just standing there all covered with mud barking and barking

Its Suzette(8:38:12 PM): and then he caught a glimpse of her and started barking in a different way

Its Suzette(8:38:20 PM): so she had to go down there and pick him up to carry back

Its Suzette(8:38:45 PM): and then she faced that steep wall of dirt, so she parked him on a dirt shelf while she scrambled up the side

Its Suzette(8:39:08 PM): and then put him farther up, etc

Its Suzette(8:39:18 PM): and when they got up to the yard, he was all muddy

Its Suzette(8:39:27 PM): so she had to squirt him with the hose

Its Suzette(8:39:44 PM): and then he pepped up and started running around trying to get away from her.

Its Suzette(8:39:54 PM): so she had to give him an outdoor bath

Its Suzette(8:40:00 PM): with apple-scented shampoo

Its Suzette(8:40:12 PM): and chase him with the hose again

Its Suzette(8:40:26 PM): but this time, he was sort of collapsing when he was trying to get away from her

Its Suzette(8:41:03 PM): like those cartoons where the feet are furiously moving , but no forward progress is made. bongos playing.

Its Suzette(8:41:30 PM): his back feet were moving but he was falling on his face

Its Suzette(8:42:06 PM): daddy is trying to act tough like he doesn’t care, but  he came to supper with his pockets full of biscuits to give to the dog while we ate, and later we saw him making a taco for the dog.

Its Suzette(8:42:51 PM): the dog seems to be ok

Its Suzette(8:42:59 PM): a bloodshot eye and a limp, but he had the limp before

Its Suzette(8:43:11 PM): you there?

Its Suzette(8:43:22 PM): ted?

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I used to have the best commenters in the world back then. Some of the links too their own blogsites are still active but lead to a 404 page now. I miss them but am grateful for the brave few here now who leave their mark.

I do believe that I am maudlin now. Time to get up and do something else.

Continue to dig around in the flower bed? No – too lazy.

Go shopping? No – too smelly.

Go to the library? No – see above.

Float around in the pool and listen to podcasts? Ok – that’s a plan.

10 thoughts on “This Is A True Story”

  1. I remember Bob the Corgi but didn’t recollect this story. Sometimes going down the rabbit hole is painful, which is why I delete my blog from time to time and start over fresh.
    We just dropped our Corgi at a ‘spa’ where she can get some play time in with other dogs, as both her sisters are elderly and aren’t up for a romp.
    Dogs… if you figure out how to live without them please clue me in…

  2. The most painful thing for me when I read my old posts is realizing that I used to be able to produce an interesting blog entry. Anything that shows up here now is shite.

  3. Well I still find you interesting. Maybe it’s because I’m sort of an introvert and creature of habit. Yup, I’m boring. I live vicariously through your posts 🙂

  4. As George Harrison once sang “Long time ago when we was Fab…” I too feel the silky tendrils of ennui wrapping about my soul.

    Or maybe it’s the bourbon.

  5. Hello, Bingley! How are you and yours? We’re thriving in Florida – should have moved here 20 years ago. It’s really great here except for the humidity, the complete absence of any kind of ethnic foods at all and the snakes.

  6. I love your posts. I used to be frothingatlemouse and had to get a new wordpress password!? to comment here even tho my blogs been croaked forever. I retired, too, only to babysit grands fulltime for last 4 yrs. Goals, schmoals. Staying awake is good. Post away you funny gal.

    1. KIM!

      Whenever i get lost reading my old blog posts, I always check the comments to see if the commenter’s links still work. Yours was one I checked on the orginal posting about Bob’s trip down the creek and of course, the site didnt exist anymore. Glad to see you _ i guess we must stil be psycically connected.

  7. Oh yes. I’ve been reading you all along. Retirement is different, no? Our downsized house now looks like our old big one before reno/sell. Kids and pets trash it. Landscape is lovely. One day I’ll get rid of the drapes and wallpaper. Maybe.

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