| Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Queen Foxy on road trip If you have animals, life is never dull or boring. Never lonely either. We
have a bunch of animals at our house and our daughter’s house next
door. Theoretically, they are “ours” and “theirs,” but actually, they
all belong to all of us. Meredith, Remy, Grace
and Emily have spent the summer either at camp or at each other’s
houses. We’ve finally had to force all of them to their respective
homes, as school starts for most of them this Thursday. I’ve
made several trips either to Wynne or Heber Springs in Arkansas picking
up or dropping off girls. I lost my mind on one of the trips and took
the two little dogs that live inside our house. Foxy,
the solid black, long-haired Chihuahua abandoned on our road months
ago, brought home by our boxer Girl Puppy (one of “their” dogs) and
rescued by Meredith, has gone from being a terrified, bone-thin pitiful
creature to queen of the world. The queen wanted
to come with me on this particular trip. Actually, she wants to go
everywhere with me -- she howls and cries when I leave the house and is
beside herself when I come back in -- even if I just went to the car
for something. But, she was pitiful. While I was
putting my shoes on (she’s learned this is a precursor to me leaving
her), she sat and looked at me so mournfully, that I went insane,
picked her up, found her leash and carried her out the door with me,
telling Pop that Foxy was going to Heber Springs. I had driven a mile or so down the road and heard a familiar snuffling sound. Mr. Bean, our miniature schnauzer (he belongs to Meredith, but for some reason, lives with me), was sitting in the back seat. I’m guessing he saw me with Foxy and decided if she could go, he could as well! Both
of the dogs were fine in the car. The only problem came when I stopped
at a McDonald’s on the road and stepped in an ant pile, while letting
the dogs visit the grass and a tree. The weekend
at Heber Springs with the dogs was wild! Foxy weighs about six pounds;
Bean weighs about 12 pounds or so; my niece Sister’s dog, Bob Stewart,
weighs about 100 pounds and is as big as a small pony. Bob and Bean and Foxy had a great weekend. Foxy barked constantly at “the boys” while they attempted to play. I had to drive home with four girls and two dogs in the car. And I wonder why I twitch so often.
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