Tom
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Last Sunday, around 3.00am, I received a call from a 92 year old neighbor who said "my heart is racing". By the time I'd hung up the phone, Chris was out of bed, dressed, over the neighbor's house, and had called 911. They decided to take the old dear into hospital, and she eventually came out this afternoon.
The lady lives alone, having lost her husband 2 years ago. We figured we couldn't leave her (very large) dog, a Griffon named JJ, in the house alone, so we moved him and all his stuff to our house. I'm asthmatic and have allergy issues, so we don't normally allowdogs pets in the house, in addition to the fact that our light carpets would get trashed. Chris bought a large doggy bed, which we put in the (tiled) hallway (same temperature as the rest of the house). Meanwhile, I called a mobile pet groomer and JJ had a long overdue bath and grooming.
JJ has been quite happy to sleep on his temporary bed, and he and I have been enjoying our morning walks. Chris got home from the hospital around 1.00am today and, by the time I'd got off the phone with the neighbor's relatives, we got to bed around 2.30am, both pooped. We had almost fallen asleep when I heard a jingle-jingle (from his collar) that told me JJ was on the move. Shortly afterwards, there was a loud thump in the bedroom. I switched on a light, and realized that JJ had bumped into some furniture, and was now looking me in the eye with his sorry-dog look.
I hopped out of bed, ready to take JJ back to his hallway bed, and he promptly hopped into my place in the bed. Chris and I looked at each other, laughed, and she asked "do you want a divorce honey?" I was reminded of the Flinstones, where Fred puts the pet dinosaur out for the night, Dino runs indoors and locks Fred out, leaving him outside shouting "Wilma!"
This morning I was scheduled for a presentation to a local non-profit group, the founder of which was none other than our neighbor. I told the "real story" of JJ's night-time romps to an audience that knew our neighbor and JJ, and who appreciated the humor.
The lady lives alone, having lost her husband 2 years ago. We figured we couldn't leave her (very large) dog, a Griffon named JJ, in the house alone, so we moved him and all his stuff to our house. I'm asthmatic and have allergy issues, so we don't normally allow
JJ has been quite happy to sleep on his temporary bed, and he and I have been enjoying our morning walks. Chris got home from the hospital around 1.00am today and, by the time I'd got off the phone with the neighbor's relatives, we got to bed around 2.30am, both pooped. We had almost fallen asleep when I heard a jingle-jingle (from his collar) that told me JJ was on the move. Shortly afterwards, there was a loud thump in the bedroom. I switched on a light, and realized that JJ had bumped into some furniture, and was now looking me in the eye with his sorry-dog look.
I hopped out of bed, ready to take JJ back to his hallway bed, and he promptly hopped into my place in the bed. Chris and I looked at each other, laughed, and she asked "do you want a divorce honey?" I was reminded of the Flinstones, where Fred puts the pet dinosaur out for the night, Dino runs indoors and locks Fred out, leaving him outside shouting "Wilma!"
This morning I was scheduled for a presentation to a local non-profit group, the founder of which was none other than our neighbor. I told the "real story" of JJ's night-time romps to an audience that knew our neighbor and JJ, and who appreciated the humor.
