memory monday....
i think i will try out this memory monday thing (in keeping up with all the same consonant day labels....mcm, wcw.... let's do this.)
frankly this city makes me reminisce,
annndd chances are i didn't write them down before.... so better late then never.
recently dale and i were walking through the park.
we saw a squirrel. (probably about 400 actually....)
this little nut harvester was different than his cousins/brothers/fellow squirrels.
if my animal intuition serves me correctly he had a disease- an undesirable one.
seeing this wee squirrel acting crazy reminded me of that time, back in elementary school.....
it was a fine sunny day.
one of the coveted days of elementary school.
this sunny day meant playground bliss and the nearing of summer.
to add to the spectacle of this day it was show-and-tell,
and i had some showing and telling to do.
probably one of my finest bring to school items was nestled safely in it's cardboard home.
a pair of the fluffiest, whitest, sweetest little bunnies in the county rode safely in my arms.
i proudly walked to my friends house.
(we were walk to school pals on occasion you see.)
with a vigorous cross street jaunt i presented myself at their door.
that's when i heard it.
there was another animal near.
i turned around.
a sweet not so little doggie was standing behind me.
i quickly realized my first impressions of this canine were false.
"ohhh hello puppy, hi puppy...."
which was quickly responded to with a mid air bite and the most horrifying growl ever heard.
i realized my situation had turned dire fast.
i knew what needed to be done.
a quick fake out- throwing the dog off kilter
then the sprint of my life.
all i could here were the bunnies in my box and that terrifying growl/bark at my heels.
that dog was hot on my tail.
hunting me like some animal prey.
adrenal was the victory giver in our race.
my protectors our house door and my parents.
rabies it had.
it stalked our house.
my mother has never lived in fear- and she didn't want us or anyone else to either.
let's just say she took care of it.
i will never forget the look of a rabid animal.
i didn't walk to school for a long time after.
we lived about 500 feet from the school.
my dad drove me.
he walked me to the door too.
i looked at my mom differently after that.
a proud different-
a respectful different.
since that time i am a bit wary of a strange acting animal.
we stayed clear of the squirrel.
i'll always stay clear.
happy monday folks. hope you don't run into any animal danger this coming week.
frankly this city makes me reminisce,
annndd chances are i didn't write them down before.... so better late then never.
we saw a squirrel. (probably about 400 actually....)
this little nut harvester was different than his cousins/brothers/fellow squirrels.
if my animal intuition serves me correctly he had a disease- an undesirable one.
seeing this wee squirrel acting crazy reminded me of that time, back in elementary school.....
it was a fine sunny day.
one of the coveted days of elementary school.
this sunny day meant playground bliss and the nearing of summer.
to add to the spectacle of this day it was show-and-tell,
and i had some showing and telling to do.
probably one of my finest bring to school items was nestled safely in it's cardboard home.
a pair of the fluffiest, whitest, sweetest little bunnies in the county rode safely in my arms.
i proudly walked to my friends house.
(we were walk to school pals on occasion you see.)
with a vigorous cross street jaunt i presented myself at their door.
that's when i heard it.
there was another animal near.
i turned around.
a sweet not so little doggie was standing behind me.
i quickly realized my first impressions of this canine were false.
"ohhh hello puppy, hi puppy...."
which was quickly responded to with a mid air bite and the most horrifying growl ever heard.
i realized my situation had turned dire fast.
i knew what needed to be done.
a quick fake out- throwing the dog off kilter
then the sprint of my life.
all i could here were the bunnies in my box and that terrifying growl/bark at my heels.
that dog was hot on my tail.
hunting me like some animal prey.
adrenal was the victory giver in our race.
my protectors our house door and my parents.
rabies it had.
it stalked our house.
my mother has never lived in fear- and she didn't want us or anyone else to either.
let's just say she took care of it.
i will never forget the look of a rabid animal.
i didn't walk to school for a long time after.
we lived about 500 feet from the school.
my dad drove me.
he walked me to the door too.
i looked at my mom differently after that.
a proud different-
a respectful different.
since that time i am a bit wary of a strange acting animal.
we stayed clear of the squirrel.
i'll always stay clear.
happy monday folks. hope you don't run into any animal danger this coming week.
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