A Lost Dog Tale

The wind blew the double gate open and our chocolate-brown lab, being curious by nature wandered out of the yard. He was gone for three days and I was sick to my stomach and heart-broken.

Worse yet, it was my lack of responsibility that had caused him to go wandering off in the first place. I was the one who preached time and again, “Bar the gate.”

I didn’t put the latch down and ‘Chubbs’ ran away.

For the next two days and nights, I was dutiful as I searched through a chilled rain and the surrounding desert area for him. He placed posters up near the mailboxes, fence lines, telephone poles, and markets.

The posters described the dog right down to the missing toe on his right hind foot. No one called, still I held out hope and prayed that the dog would either find his way home or someone would return him.

Finally, I drove down to the local animal shelter in hopes of finding him a ward of the county. I filled out the required paperwork and I searched through the records of the shelter for mention of a chocolate-brown lab with a missing toe.

A glimmer of hope came when I found a notation about a lab found in a church parking lot. It did not state the dogs color or gender, however it said the animal was “missing a toe on it right hind foot.”

I called the telephone number, but one was home, so I left a brief message with a home phone number.

Feeling somewhat discouraged I walked out to my truck and started it up. That’s when the woman from the shelter came bursting through the door of the building, blocking the path of his truck.

She was very excited and yelled, “Stop! Could that be your dog?”

I looked over to see ‘Chubbs’ wagging his tail excitedly, nearly dragging this tiny woman down the roadway.

Without re-parking my truck, I got out and greeted my lost dog. Along with this woman was a young man, he shook my hand and told me all about how they had found ‘Chubbs’ the day he had gone missing.

Then the three of us had one of those “goose-bump” moments when I called the dog by his name.

Neither of the good Samaritans knew the dogs real name so they decided to nickname him. At first they called him ‘Duke’ but decided that did not fit him.

Instead they chose to call the dog, ‘Chubbs.’

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Thoughts from All Over

I have spent today simply observing the world around me. I haven’t taken the time to simply stop and watch in a long time. Here are some of the things I discovered along the way —

  • While at Meadowood Mall I saw a man asking for money, so I gave him a couple bucks. This act really convicted me because I had been complaining that a friend had run low on funds and had one of their kids pay for lunch using that child’s money. It occurred to me that I was passing judgment and didn’t have the right.
  • Walking around the mall is hard work for me because of my back. But I concluded that I must start walking more and more if I am to get my health back. It occurred to me that ‘disability’ is not coming through (at least quickly) so it’s up to me to work on my health.It was difficult, but I passed up the mini-Heath candy bars being given out by some fitness club. I found it to be a little odd that fitness folks were giving out candy if you sign up with their club. So odd!
  • While driving the freeway, I saw people speeding down the road. I stayed at the posted speed limit and yet drivers slipped by me as if I was standing still. I really think that if people cannot follow the simplest rule of driving they are probably willing to break more severe laws and not just driving laws.
  • For the first time this season we turned on our sprinkler system. Except for this nagging little drip in the line, it all works very well. What was the greatest joy was to watch our Jack Russell Terrier, Harley, play in the long streams of water. He would stand less than 8–inches from the sprinkler head and bite and paw at the water.
  • This evening I watched a television program about Franklin D. Roosevelt. In Roosevelt’s day America learned its news about the world from the radio. This evening I learned more about the fireside chat from a medium that didn’t exist back then.

The Tale of the Garbage Disposal

Last weekend I had to do what I have been dreading for a long time. I had to replace a major appliance in our home . My good fortune was that it was a small major appliance, the garbage disposal. The one that came with this home lasted nearly six-years and it was not the best model ever made.

Mary and I had put this off for a couple of weeks, for a couple of reasons, one being money, the other the idea that every time I start a home project something goes terribly wrong. we ·finally came to that point though that we could no longer put it off and we went out and purchased the exact model we wanted.

We were amazed at how smoothly the removal and installation was going. I was smiling as I made the final turn on the ring that holds the disposal to the bottom of the sink.

That’s when I realized we had come to our first problem and it was a serious one.

We had selected the only garbage disposal that required hard wiring to the wall. In other words, it did not come with a cord or plug.

Luckily before I could throw the new garbage disposal out the door and into the busy street in hopes that some large 4×4 truck would kill it for me, Mary calmed me down and read through the directions more thoroughly. She discovered that the model we had could also be rewired with a cord so we could plug it in.

So with no cord immediately available, I salvaged the one from the old disposal and what do you know it worked. All is well, that ends well.

Not necessarily so.

The following night, my lovely bride, loaded the dishwasher and turned it on. I’m resting on the couch in a semi­ reclined state. The dishwasher comes on and she screams as water squirts towards the ceiling through the air vent on the sink.

After catching up with my heart which has raced down the block and to the 7-11 and back, I helped clean up the water and I sit there on the floor in front of the garbage disposal sulking for the rest of the night because I have once again been outwitted by a piece of machinery.

It took me the entirety of the following day to have this revelation: I forgot to remove the stopcock on the air vent inside the garbage disposal.

I rushed home from work that night and in less than fifteen minutes I pulled the garbage disposal apart, removed the stopcock, put it back together, turn on the dishwasher and thought myself a hero.

This weekend my wife wants me to caulk the master bathroom. I can already see the mess. Oh, my kingdom for a horse…a really, really fast horse!