Foggy foggy this morning here.
Fog is often tough for me to capture, but this photo from my phone isn't all bad!
I took it on my way to the shelter to help in the OR.
So, one of the bloggers (? can't remember who) wants us to tell a story a day and be observant about our day.
Here goes: Last week I was so overwhelmed at Spay Nueter.
I took a dog out to go potty before her surgery and somehow she got loose from the collar.
We are on a busy busy 4 lane major roadway.
I was hysterical.
This little black thing ran straight into the road.
I called for the vet who was inside and would not have heard me in a million years. We were the only ones there at the time.
The dog was headed for the woods across the street.
Cars were coming.
I stopped. I tried to recall all my fabulous dog trainer had taught me years ago.
I called her so cheerfully.
I ran backwards to see if she would want to chase me.
I called again.
A big white Yukon truck was barrelling down on the road.
Suddenly, she stopped, and ran right to me.
Oh my God. I was so relieved, overwhelmed by what COULD have happened.
I went inside and told the Vet I lost 10 years off my life just then.
She was supportive and wonderful.
I got to working in the OR and did my job.
BUT, I cried all the way home from the shelter.
All the what ifs?
I was so blessed little black dog came running back to me.
In the nick of time.
I keep her picture on my lap top to remember how lucky I am.
OH yeah, here's the hat I'm making.