These guys have grown since I took this photo! My Dorothy Rosebud and Albie Brave and Strong (yes, we use their full names, dorky as that is) weighed in at the vet's office at 2.2 and 3 lbs.
Doctor Bayouth seconded my son's diagnosis about the swelling on tiny Dorothy's belly. I was afraid it was a hernia, since the vet had warned that could be a problem after she was injured after being attacked by Dixie.
But my son had been reassuring me that the damage was only muscular. The vet agreed, but added that she may never walk straight again. We call her Sidewinder, because she has a wiggly, little, crookedy walk.
(this beautiful border collie, is cousin Duke, and the little dogs all have a case of hero worship for him)
I feel like I may never walk straight again myself. In the last few weeks, I have been injured almost every Wednesday.
We have decided that I must be cursed.
Getting ready for Romantic Gothic Ghosts workshop, I stood on a small chair to reach the chandelier to take down a fly strip. (yes, a yucky, disgusting fly strip was hanging from my crystal chandy, I'd rather have flies on that than on my kitchen stuff!)
The chair was a bit more wobbly than I realized and as it started to topple, I did my best to not get wrapped up in a be-speckled fly strip. In my horror of the possibility of having that stick to me, I twisted away from it, desperate to not get caught in the icky, carcass covered goo, fell badly, sprained a finger and beat myself up a bit.
The next Wednesday, I was mopping up the pup pen in the garage and Twinkle entwined herself in my feet, along with nine babies. While doing my best to not step on one, I slipped, and did the splits on the wet concrete, and ended up with a pulled groin muscle.
It might have been a while since I'd done the splits. 30 years?
The next Wednesday came along and I was a bit worried, but ended up with a mere migraine. I dismissed it and figured the streak was broken.
But no, it was still on when Wednesday struck again.
We were putting our boat away for the season, parking it in a generous friend's large barn. When we arrived, another boat was right inside the door. Instead of waiting for the owner to move his speedboat, we decided to just move it ourselves.
It was on cement. It had wheels. Why not?
Because it is heavy and unpredictable when it starts to roll, that is why! It came rolling at me, I was at the opening of the garage, guiding the front of the boat when it went wild, and I whacked my wrist on the tongue of the trailer.
As if that wasn't enough, I backed into the propeller of my own boat parked behind me and gashed my head, knocked myself silly for a bit and laid on the ground and cried like a little girl. Then, got up and helped heave the boat out of the gravel, back up over the lip onto the concrete. Eventually, my husband and I managed to get it maneuvered to the other side of the building and our own boat backed in next to it.
But I was grumpy and my wrist had a knot the size of a golf ball on it.
At this point, I'm starting to think that I should swaddle myself up in bubble wrap and stay in bed on Wednesdays.
Maybe not, the curse might be waning. I was walking to my car from the grocery store and slipped in a wet, oily spot in the parking lot on this week's unlucky day.
But I didn't fall down! A bit of windmilling with grocery bags flying around me, some unladylike flopping around, and I caught my balance. The rest of the day went by with no incident.
Maybe the curse has been broken? I hope so because we are flying to NC to a wedding soon. On a WEDNESDAY!
Well, maybe I'm just clumsy and due to take a spill once a week or so... Maybe its not a curse, because over all, I tend to be very lucky. I give thanks for all the things in my life that I never thought I'd have.
And I'm quite sure that I haven't raided any tombs lately or angered any evil old gypsies.
ps- if you are not afraid to sit next to me in case I am cursed, and are a newbie at one of Kim's events, please contact me. I was hoping to pull together a group of first timers to be my table mates in April.
And don't worry, the party is on a Friday and Saturday, no Wednesdays involved.
I've started to reopen my poor, little, long neglected Etsy shop. So far, I've added some bottle brush trees that I have been working on.
Yep, I know, its a gamble this year. I have a feeling that everyone either owns or makes their own now. But, just in case someone out there doesn't have one yet, or time to make some, I have listed a few, with more to come.
Sugarwings and I enjoy dying them together so much every year, I just couldn't miss doing it.
Oh my goodness, Kaaarrrrlaaaa!!! You poor thing! Wow. And you did a great job creating mental pictures of your misadventures!!!
I do have one little recent mishap to report. Hubby, son, and I were running late to get somewhere, but we still had to make a quick trip to pick up a few things at the store on the way. I am a goofy kind of gal, so I was exclaiming about how we had to hit the ground running when the car stopped in the parking lot and run like the wind into the store. If we saw one of us hittin' the dirt and skiddin' across the parking lot, it would be every man for himself because there would be NO time to stop to help each other!!!
Well, Hubby had his assignment to find in the store, and my son and I had ours. I was high-tailin' it (read *running*) down an aisle in my clogs, and yep, you guessed it. There was that moment of desperate can-I-stop-myself-from-falling, but alas! A hard double knee plant right there in aisle whatever was my fate. I just stayed there laughing and moaning for several seconds and then got my son to help me up. I still have lovely colorful knees to show for it!
Posted by: Linda P. | November 03, 2012 at 07:56 AM
I would soooooo love to go and sit next to you in California... but I will just have read about it, look at the pictures and be envious!
I hope your Wednesday curse has been broken, and the rest of your Wednesdays will be wonderful! Have fun in NC; my brother lives in Ashville, it is such a beautiful area!
Posted by: gail | November 03, 2012 at 08:38 AM
Ouch, Linda! I feel for you.
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Posted by: Karla Nathan | November 03, 2012 at 09:23 AM
Whew! I say stay in bed with the covers pulled up this Wednesday and break the cycle. Glad you interspersed your tales of woe with photos of the pups!
Posted by: Janet Ghio | November 03, 2012 at 10:11 AM
Time for the walker!!! (i couldn't resist) Seriously, you are a disaster on 2 legs, or perhaps 1 by now. :)
Posted by: Charlotte | November 03, 2012 at 04:05 PM
Or a wheel chair!
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Posted by: Karla Nathan | November 03, 2012 at 09:31 PM
I just got some of your lovely little trees, but, please don't mail them on a Wednesday because I don't want to be responsible for ANY mishaps! LOL -- sorry, I can't stop giggling at your description of "windmilling and unladylike flopping around"! It's so good to be able to laugh at yourself! And your friends! Hahahahahaha!!
Posted by: Laurie | November 04, 2012 at 12:59 AM
PS...before I giggled, I felt really really bad about all your boo boos!
Posted by: Laurie | November 04, 2012 at 01:06 AM
Sorry about all your ouchies, but I had to giggle about "windmilling in the parking lot." I have so done that. I LOVE puppy pictures, and yours are darling!
Posted by: LindaBloom | November 04, 2012 at 05:49 AM
I hope that all your cursed Wednesdays have ended and that your boo boos are healing. I am seriously considering going to An Enchanted Affair and sitting at the "newbie" table with you...now that I know that no Wednesdays are involved...cough...cough....
Posted by: Suzanne Wingfield | November 05, 2012 at 09:13 AM
I know these incidents were all scary at the time, but you are making me laugh reading about them now - I can picture the flailing arms at the grocery store. But I'm glad you're feeling better, and don't get banged up again!
Posted by: Erica H. | November 12, 2012 at 03:40 PM