As I have only fifteen or so minutes before our contractor arrives and I'm forced to run and hide from drywall dust and/or the tooth-rattling growl of the Sawzall, I'll keep this short by sharing only the freakiest, truly most unbelievable moment of the week.
We're undergoing MAJOR renovations on our decrepit old house and one change is replacing the deck off of our dining room. This second story deck is a doggy favorite. High in the trees, squirrels frolic there and anytime the magic door's opened, our three dogs charge past me, hot in pursuit.
I was under the impression that only part of the deck would be replaced, but by Tuesday afternoon, the whole thing was GONE. After the contractor left, Hubby, son and I stood at the door, gawking at the mess. Son was horsing around and decided to open the door to do a mock walk-out and fall.
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| That lone support beam is all that's left of our old, second-story deck! |
I screamed and cried, Son tore down the stairs to reach her, with me running after him. I was crying too hard, certain poor Cocoa had died from the fall, to even know what Hubby was doing.
Here's the odd part--we all get downstairs to Cocoa and she's fine!!! Like not a scratch, not spooked, no broken back or legs, but 100% awesome, smelly wiener dog!!! I hugged her for a good hour, then kept a close eye on her all night, afraid she might have internal ouchies. Two days later, she's doing great!! Still chasing evil squirrels and growling when anyone gets too close to her Dingo bone!!!
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| Cocoa in her usual lounging position!! |
I consider this a full-on miracle. Our pets are part of our family and with everything else going on right now, the thought of losing Cocoa is unthinkable.
How about you? Have any great pet miracles to share?
