Today
was a different kind of day. That pesky “Check Engine” light on my car had been
staring at me for a week, so I finally decided it wouldn’t go away by itself
and took the car in. My local car repair shop couldn’t do anything, because the
VW people have the computers and equipment to check, and of course they found
several niggly naggly things—a purge clamp which necessitated resetting the
engine, a headlight out with the harness also burnt out, and torn air pump
mounts, whatever that means.
In
the meantime I drove home in a 2015 4-door Volvo—lovely and comfortable, and I
could probably get very used to it. But I couldn’t change the FM station (it
was on a sports station) and when I got back in it, I couldn’t figure out how
to increase the a/c fan. I was glad to get back into my bug late this
afternoon, even if those niggly naggly things cost over $800. Yikes!
Jacob
and I came home from one excitement to another—we went to interview a dog.
Years ago my friend Gayla in College Station wanted a dog, and I knew of a
collie that needed a home. She asked me to interview the dog—how do you do
that? She came up, got the dog, and it was a love match made in heaven. Then
Gayla’s neighbor died and she took in Jake, a collie/Aussie mix, who was
equally beautiful, loved, and sweet. She lost Eppi a couple of years ago and Jake
in May and is finally ready for a dog.
Serendipity:
on the neighborhood email this morning, a family was reluctantly giving up
their dog because he growled at their infant. He is otherwise the perfect dog—trained,
sweet, up to date on shots and flea and tick medication, neutered, comes
complete with crate and toys. Jacob, Jay and I went to visit this afternoon and
fell in love with him—absolutely a sweetheart. Upshot of all this is Gayla will
come tomorrow afternoon and hope to spend some time with Uno (so named because
one ear flops and the other stands straight up), then we’ll go to supper, and
Thursday morning she’ll take Uno back to College Station. I love stories that
work out this way.
Dinner
at the Old Neighborhood Grill with neighbors was almost anticlimactic, except
Jacob forswore the grilled cheese for the first time ever in favor of a cheese
quesadilla.
I
read somewhere that having a positive attitude relies on gratitude, and we
should practice a month of gratitude for the little things in our lives. I may
try it—no I won’t burden you with each gratitude—but tonight I’m grateful for
the story of Uno.
2 comments:
If a dog growls at a kid, the dog in essence is saying, hey, watch out, you are aggravating me (that's good right?) I understand that when a dog bites a kid without warning is when you have a problem. I'm wrong about this?
I'm no expert but that sounds right to me. The dog had no problem with the baby until he started to crawl and then a critter in his space alarmed him I think it was fright more than aggravation. Also the baby has one of those Styrofoam helmets and that may have scared the dog. But hard as it was for the family to give up the baby, it's best. They were constantly on the alert.
As for growling, yes it's a good message but a crawling baby doesn't get it.
Post a Comment