Bob and I like having pets share our lives. One big pet (90 pounds) is our dog, Sunny. He started out as a small ball of fur from a rescue center, but he soon was a large part of our lives.
Sunny loves to take me for a walk. I have to be careful while we are out tramping down the road or lane. If a rabbit pops up, Sunny wants to run after it. Because of his adventurous nature, I keep him on a retractable leash.
A while ago, I had Sunny out for a short walk. In the front yard, he rolled onto his back and had a good wiggle in the grass. I should have paid more attention to him, but company had arrived and I was looking elsewhere. That's when Sunny's wiggles took off his collar, and he was loose.
Rebecca and Andy saw him run and took off after him. I didn't. When there is a rabbit, or barn cat, or whatever gets Sunny running, he eventually tires out and returns to me … usually.
Suddenly, Andy went to the ground. A-hah! He was playing the old trick of pretending he had fallen so Sunny would go to him. This trick always works — except Andy wasn't pretending. He had pulled a muscle and was writhing in pain.
Rebecca caught the dog, and Andy limped back to the house for an ice pack — poor guy was just trying to be helpful.
When I'm out with Sunny, I wear a blaze orange cap. Bob likes this because he can keep an eye me.
One day, Bob looked down the lane. When he didn't see me or the dog, he hopped onto our cart and set off to the rescue, but he didn't have to go far. As soon as he looked down the road, he saw that I had headed north instead of going down our lane.
Bob waited in the cart in the yard for me. Upon my return, we were going to take a ride to our woods and look for wildlife.
I usually just walk on the shoulder, but not this time. Because of traffic when we neared home, I followed Sunny to the other side of the ditch and walked on the high side there. It was a little rough but not too bad.
As we got closer to home, my path evened out, and I walked a little faster. Bob was driving toward us, so I guessed I should get a move on.
Suddenly, I was on the ground. My left foot had gone straight down a deep hole. My foot was trapped, but I didn't feel any pain — luckily I hadn't broken anything. And though I had dropped the leash, Sunny had returned to check on me.
Bob drove toward us as I freed my foot from the hole — it took more work to get my trapped shoe out.
"I was just coming to tell you about that hole," Bob said. "It's a skunk hole."
I knew what it was, and I was hurrying as fast as I could to get away from it. With the last of my energy, I climbed onto the cart seat next to Bob.
It took a lot of coaxing to get Sunny on the cart with us. He's never liked it when the machine starts moving, but this day I held tight to him so he wouldn't jump off.
Sunny took a while to find a comfortable place to sit. At first he was at our feet, but that didn't work because he kept pushing on the gas pedal.
Soon, we three were settled together on the seat. Of course, there wasn't much room for me with Sunny sitting between us, but at least he sat still for the ride home.
Sunny now loves taking daily rides with us. He sits royally, looking over his domain for critters to chase.
Too bad he's not a bit smaller. Then our rides together would be perfect.