I was very sick for a while. Sick enough for the doctor to say, "Yes, I think we admit." "Yes, yes, you stay hospital maybe 5 day." I opted to spend my sick days in my own bed and not being hit on by my doctor. Looking back, I probably wasn't thinking clearly. I did have a very high fever. He was quite attractive. And his English was impressive.
But, now that I am fully recovered, and without a doctor boyfriend, I have another Manao story to get me back on the blogging band wagon.
Manao has become close friends with a golden retriever that lives across the street. They have a bizarre love affair that usually takes place through my gate and involves a lot of licking, panting, and Manao wedging her head between the slats of the gate. After the two dogs learned of their ability to open the gate, Cait and I began bungee cording it.
This morning, after our run, (which is still a limp-run-walk combo with my hip injury) I left the gate bungee-less. Manao is usually tired enough that she won't bother. Well, I was wrong. As I approached my door to leave I could hear a commotion outside the house, and I knew that Manao's lover was in our yard. I opened the door to more than I could have imagined. The two dogs were soaking wet from playing in Manao's pool. They were caked in mud from their romp in the yard. And Manao had a bird in her mouth.
Another one bites the dust. That is four dead birds by one friendly dog that stays on a relatively short leash.
I shooed the other golden out of the yard, only stalling for time until I had to deal with the real situation at hand. Sure enough, Manao dropped the bird when I asked her, as if to say, "but of course, I killed it just for you!" I went to the back yard, grabbed the shovel and two plastic bags from the house. I carefully placed the shovel, hoping to make one single scooping motion and be done. No such luck. The bird was still alive. I screamed.
I left the bird on the doorstep. I had no intention of finishing my dog's dirty work and giving that one final blow. Luckily, Paul will be coming over to teach this afternoon, and he will be on bird duty. Fingers crossed Manao doesn't attempt to eat it, or play with it, or kill friends for it.
Gosh, I need a boyfriend.
Baaaahhh!! so glad there was a blog waiting for me (okay, that's selfish). I'm glad you're doing better...but I have to say, I feel pretty bad for that bird...
ReplyDeleteAs it turns out, I was able to leave school about 30 minutes early on Tuesday, so I had to dispose of the bird.
ReplyDeleteI have a a dream that someday, oh someday, I will live in a place where I won't be responsible for disposing of deceased birds or rats. I will be able to drive to work without having my skirt fly open and flashing the city. I will be able to make doctor and dentist appointments over the phone, and not need hand motions. And I won't have helmet hair every day of my life.