A few strange, maybe just “odd”, things happened this last weekend. (Depending on exactly how you define “weekend”. If you really want to be a stickler about it, it was Friday and Saturday.)
Friday I had to go grocery shopping. That’s not the strange part, so don’t jump to conclusions. When I got back, Nicki (the Little Woman’s dog) had a gash on her nose. More her snout (or “muzzle”) really, about an inch back from where her nose actually is. It’s on the fur part, right on top of the snout. It looked pretty bad when I got home, all cakey with gushy, half-dried blood. But when I cleaned it up (First you clean something like that up so you can see if you have to panic or not. No sense wasting a good panic on something non-panic-worthy.) it wasn’t much. A little gash (just a little gash) on top of her snout, maybe an inch long. And the bleeding had already stopped. And it didn’t bother her.
The mysterious thing was, I couldn’t figure out what caused it. My first thought was, of course, Lucy (my dog) did it. Either a chomp or a scratch. You know, roughhousing gone bad. (It’ll end in tears!) Only, it didn’t look like a chomp or a scratch. (I’ve seen a bunch of chomps and scratches on these dogs. Both of 'em. They aren’t subtle dogs.) My next thought was she stuck her nose in something and it scratched her. Possible, considering dogs are always sticking their noses in something. But again, I’m not sure. The third theory was she (still Nicki in case you forgot) had a seizure and whacked her face into furniture. This is about as sound as any other theory. Not that I got to the bottom of things. I just cleaned her face up and smeared on a healing unguent. I thought about popping by our friendly neighborhood vet for a stitch or two, but the gash is right on top of her snout where the skin is real thin and a stitch would be more irritating than helpful, so I skipped that. I am keeping it smeared with unguent and watching for infection though. I’m not completely negligent.
Saturday afternoon when the Little Woman and I got back from getting our eyes examined (my prescription hasn’t changed strength, just my astigmatism moved around some) our back gate was all askew. This was odd. The gate was popped off its hinges and just sort of dangling there on the wire mesh that keeps the dogs in (mostly). (We have one of those split rail jobbies with wire mesh to actually do the fence-keeping-things-in part. It was like that when we moved in.) It only took a minute to swing the gate back up on the hinges (it’s two eye-hooks with a screw-in peg they sit on). Then it was all right as rain. Then we (the Little woman and I) found the neighbor’s dog’s collar right by the gate. So we figured the dog got out of her yard and tried to go under the gate and knocked it off its hinges. And we were mostly right on that little mystery. Actually both the neighbor’s dogs escaped and knocked our gate off its hinges. But no harm done and both the dogs came home a little later.
Another mysterious thing this weekend was the movie I rented. It wasn’t actually a mystery, but I’m going with a trend here. It was more a thriller. Identity. Have you seen it? Creepy. (I’m not going to give it away, even in Spoiler Boxes. But Amanda Peet spent almost the whole movie soaking wet, but it wasn’t played up all sexy-like. More the pity.)
Something completely not mysterious also happened. It was a learning experience for me. I learned I can eat a whole Sara Lee Struesel Topping Cinnamon Coffee Cake all by my self. I can do that, but I didn’t. I shared. I can also eat a whole bag of Bugles, but I knew that.
Also something not mysterious, my grass sprouted. I threw down some grass seed in the mud here and there around my yard. That was a week ago. Now the grass sprouted. So I don’t have to water mud anymore. Now I can water baby grass. Only it rained last night, so I don’t have to water my baby grass today.
P.S. This —>:dubious: is my favorite Smilie.
This —>:smack: is second.