Near Miss For My Miss Opal
Sometimes Opal and I get into rambunctious affect cooperate mode… in the apartment. I try to limit her indoor toy accumulation to the softer variety; plush puppies, rubber rings, that combine of thing. Despite my in the most suitable way efforts to keep things ‘impertinent’, once in a while she just go nuts. OK, perchance I don’t always ask her to “settle Gretel” or “take a break out in” when I should. Call me a bad mum or an “enabler” as any TV pop-psych guru merit their salt (and obscene paychecks) would. Yesterday, for case, Opal and I got into a lively soccer match. We use a lightweight ’furry’ plush pumpkin as a ball. I ponder it came to us after a friend cleaned out their closet of unwanted Halloween spirit. I was attempting to get a goal past her. Perhaps I tempered to too much spin on my kick. It warped out into the corner of the living accommodation where my exercise rowing machine leans perpendicularly against the wall. Opal is an avid trouper and a good goalie, not too mention ’seeker’ (she loves the Harry Around audio series). She took off after that palatial pumpkin like a Greyhound after a rabbit. I heard the thunk of dog against metal (rower), then the scraping commonsensical of rower skidding down the wall, followed by the tasteless crash of rower hitting the…. thrash? My heart reached my doorway as the adrenaline in my system kicked in. My mind was racing in all directions (mostly towards the vet on North High road) but my feet ran to find my girl. She was discriminating. The rower? A chip off the frame but who cares!? I checked her over carefully. She seemed to have been premised a miss by the forty-five pound pile of metal that adorns my settle and rarely sees action. No more! That rower is effective to a new home in the hall closet. My gal could have been seriously hurt. I can’t take it trying to explain such a freak calamity to the vet. Maybe I could. Last year she fell off the bed where she had been looking out the window (principal busybody). Somehow she managed to pirouette off my bed and hit her abut on the top edge of the CCTV (big magnifying ring). She landed on the floor. A small expunge to her buttocks refused to heal, became infected, and necessitated a visit to the vet. A topical treatment was applied…. after he shaved her abut. She was not in pain, at least not physical torment. Her gigantic and obsessive preoccupation with her ‘look’, was shattered. She was mortified at the trace of being seen in public with a big naked spell on her back end. I thought I would have to shave MY steer in solidarity or at least knit her a butt ‘toupee’. We survived THAT event as we survived yesterday’s nearby miss. I learned (again) that you can’t be too careful in ensuring that your home is a safe situation for your animals. And that some force bigger than me is looking out for my stuff.
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