That’s what it’s called isn’t it – when something happens that makes you realise what really matters.
I had one yesterday after I posted on here. I had just had my dose of Dorwest Mixed vegetable Tablets and Garlic and Fenugreek Tablets and was busy intensely watching my lady person in the kitchen in case she dropped something on the floor that I could eat, when I was momentarily distracted by this massive kafuffle outside. My attention was completely taken by the sound that followed though; Lola’s yelp.
It was one of those ‘things are really bad’ yelps and without even realising that I had told my legs to do it I was up and onto the back of the chair to see what was going on out of the window.
The sight that greeted me was terrifying. Lola was motionless on the pavement. Why was she out on her own?! A man person was also lying half on the pavement with his legs all entangled in one of those two wheeled contraptions that people bomb about on. One of the wheels was still spinning. What really got my heart racing though was seeing The Captain – the crazy Jack Russell from down the road – racing down the street with a manic glint in his eye, straight towards Lola.
The Captain is known for being completely unpredictable. There are so many stories about how terrible his life has been – awful home after awful home, living as a stray, fighting other dogs… I don’t know how much is true and he’s in a great home now but whatever has happened to him, it’s left him pretty unhinged. He goes off on one for no apparent reason – he’s always taken out with a muzzle on and you can never tell what he will do next.
Seeing him running towards Lola – no muzzle on and fierce determination in his every move – unleashed my inner beast. Even I was surprised at the bark that came out of my mouth. More importantly, so was The Captain – I imagine my strange appearance and wonky bald bits added to his confusion but it doesn’t matter – it was enough to distract him from Lola, just as he was about to reach her.
Everything happened so fast after that. Lola’s lady person rushed out to her just as she was lifting her head, probably roused by my bark. The utter joy at seeing Lola move was quickly replaced by sheer burning despair when she caught my bright, uninfected eyes and realised that I had been lying to her. The look of hurt and disappointment on her face as she was carried indoors was terrible.
I knew I had to act fast. I ran to the back door and let my lady person know that I wanted to go outside, badly. She took the hint and started fussing about trying to get the door open with the little bits of metal. But she couldn’t find the right little bit of metal. I danced about, I scratched the door, I whined… It didn’t seem to hurry her up at all. She was gabbling away to me whilst fiddling about and I was losing precious time!
Eventually, the door opened and I shot out shouting Lola’s name. I was too late though. I heard the door of next door’s house slam and seconds later, the noise of their four wheeled machine starting up. I knew Lola was inside the machine, probably on her way to the vets, and that I had lost my opportunity to explain before she started coming to her own conclusions.
I haven’t seen or heard her at all so far today…