Sunday, October 25, 2015

The Prodigal Dog Returns. Again.

I mentioned in my previous post from October 11th that my mom's elderly pit bull had done a bunk. He and several of my mom's other dogs (she has six) had run off after a deer around the first of October, and while the others straggled home later in the day, Brin never returned. My mom lives out in the utter boonies; she isn't even on a "road" of any sort, and the nearest neighbor is over a mile away. She searched for him, but had no luck. Brin had been bumped by a truck back in August (how you can hit a dog on my mom's "road" is beyond me) and his pelvis had been fractured. When your 12 year old dog with a recently fractured pelvis disappears for more than a week, you give up hope. When you get a call from the vet three weeks later saying someone had found him and that he was fine, it's nothing short of miraculous. He was about four miles from my mom's, and he'd only been at the home of the people who called the vet for a couple of days. Goodness knows where he was the whole time, or how he even made it there. Hell, it was even in the OPPOSITE direction from which he'd run off in. Anyway, here he is, back in his spot on the couch as if nothing had ever happened.

On a totally unrelated note... I've started another blog. You know, because I've been so good at keeping up with this one, I figured what I needed was yet another. Hah! Anyway, this one is called Desolation Florida, and it's full of all sorts of the Florida stuff that I find interesting. Or at least it will be. As of right now it only has two posts! :-)

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