Glad That's Over With
Sep. 15th, 2006 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundrielYesterday was at times really good and really shitty. Sometimes it even managed to be both. It was a special day.
Because I'm leaving for school tomorrow Dad thought it would be nice if he, Grandma, and I all drove up to Leavenworth to have lunch and take in the scenery. That was the really good part. Lunch was yummy. We stopped at the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory to say hello to a friend of Dad's who's the manager there and got free candy. I got to buy my salt water taffy. I even saw people from Royal, which was kind of odd. We drove up along Lake Wenatchee and then Icicle Creek and even though it was overcast and rained part of the time, it was still really lovely. At one point the sun did come out and that was even better.
At one point I saw a herd of deer near the road so we stopped and I took pictures from the car. We were about 100 feet away and the deer just stared at us periodically and minded their own business. Dad suggested that the trip would be complete if we could find a bear. I told him I wasn't going to open the door to get a picture of that. I'd rather not risk being mauled, thanks.
There were maybe four or five deer altogether, but that's the picture that turned out the best I think.
So that part of the day was great. Until we got a call from my mom that had to do with events from earlier in the day.
Before we left Dad had to go out and check/change water. He took all of the dogs with him as he usually does. This time, though, he couldn't get the puppy, Bud, to get back in the truck to come home. So he left him up at the other farm. This has happened before and he's gone back up twenty minutes later and brought Bud back. That didn't happen this time. This time he went back and couldn't find him. So he and Nicholas and Grandma went looking all over for him. Dad and Nicholas finally found him in the corn field down there, but they couldn't get him to come to them. I suggested that maybe I could do it with a box of treats, but Dad said no, we'd leave him and he'd make his way back when he was ready. So we left for Leavenworth. And then we get the call from Mom hours later saying that she and Tom have been looking for Bud and they haven't even seen him. The two hour car ride was basically me trying not to lose it with worry and a stupid feeling of guilt while listening to Grandma constantly bring it up. Before we even started home she brought up the worst case scenario of coyotes and I said, I said that I didn't want to think about it. But she wouldn't stop talking about how she was glad it wasn't one of the older dogs because she'd feel worse about something happening to them and that this was no one's fault because the dog either has to be kept chained or learn to come home. (I would have given anything for my MP3 player at this point. And Muse to turn way the hell up and drown out everything else.)
That's maybe what angered me the most. He's four months old. He's still a baby. He's still learning. And he has never ever been outside that late with it being that cold all by himself.
When we got home I had basically resigned myself to never seeing him again. Mom had, too. So I called![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ginnith because she always makes me feel better and I cried and we talked about things that make me grin and I did my very best not to think about the dog. Although every time I went up to the kitchen I'd see his things and it was like a kick in the stomach because it really wasn't fair.
BUT. Later, around 10:00/10:30 Dad and Mom went to go look in the corn field again (and I should say that this corn field is somewhere between 130 and 160 acres) and they found him at the circle pivot. Covered in mud and hungry, but absolutely fine.
Oh, and on top of everything else, one of the other dogs got run over while they were originally looking for Bud. But she's fine. They just got back from the vet and she's just a bit sore. So that's good.
And that's pretty much why yesterday was sucked and was great at the same time. Thank goodness it's over and Bud's still around.
I will say, though, that the drive yesterday just helped enforce the fact that I really do love living in Washington state.
Meanwhile, here's a picture of my pretty Ginny getting ready to pounce the taffy Mom and I were eating during The X-Files. She's a funny, funny cat. She drools when she's happy. A lot of drool. (Ron did this also I think.) She also nurses on the elbow of her right front leg when she's happy. It's a little weird. But I love her and I'm going to miss having a fluffy furball when I go away.
Because I'm leaving for school tomorrow Dad thought it would be nice if he, Grandma, and I all drove up to Leavenworth to have lunch and take in the scenery. That was the really good part. Lunch was yummy. We stopped at the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory to say hello to a friend of Dad's who's the manager there and got free candy. I got to buy my salt water taffy. I even saw people from Royal, which was kind of odd. We drove up along Lake Wenatchee and then Icicle Creek and even though it was overcast and rained part of the time, it was still really lovely. At one point the sun did come out and that was even better.
At one point I saw a herd of deer near the road so we stopped and I took pictures from the car. We were about 100 feet away and the deer just stared at us periodically and minded their own business. Dad suggested that the trip would be complete if we could find a bear. I told him I wasn't going to open the door to get a picture of that. I'd rather not risk being mauled, thanks.
There were maybe four or five deer altogether, but that's the picture that turned out the best I think.
So that part of the day was great. Until we got a call from my mom that had to do with events from earlier in the day.
Before we left Dad had to go out and check/change water. He took all of the dogs with him as he usually does. This time, though, he couldn't get the puppy, Bud, to get back in the truck to come home. So he left him up at the other farm. This has happened before and he's gone back up twenty minutes later and brought Bud back. That didn't happen this time. This time he went back and couldn't find him. So he and Nicholas and Grandma went looking all over for him. Dad and Nicholas finally found him in the corn field down there, but they couldn't get him to come to them. I suggested that maybe I could do it with a box of treats, but Dad said no, we'd leave him and he'd make his way back when he was ready. So we left for Leavenworth. And then we get the call from Mom hours later saying that she and Tom have been looking for Bud and they haven't even seen him. The two hour car ride was basically me trying not to lose it with worry and a stupid feeling of guilt while listening to Grandma constantly bring it up. Before we even started home she brought up the worst case scenario of coyotes and I said, I said that I didn't want to think about it. But she wouldn't stop talking about how she was glad it wasn't one of the older dogs because she'd feel worse about something happening to them and that this was no one's fault because the dog either has to be kept chained or learn to come home. (I would have given anything for my MP3 player at this point. And Muse to turn way the hell up and drown out everything else.)
That's maybe what angered me the most. He's four months old. He's still a baby. He's still learning. And he has never ever been outside that late with it being that cold all by himself.
When we got home I had basically resigned myself to never seeing him again. Mom had, too. So I called
ginnith because she always makes me feel better and I cried and we talked about things that make me grin and I did my very best not to think about the dog. Although every time I went up to the kitchen I'd see his things and it was like a kick in the stomach because it really wasn't fair.BUT. Later, around 10:00/10:30 Dad and Mom went to go look in the corn field again (and I should say that this corn field is somewhere between 130 and 160 acres) and they found him at the circle pivot. Covered in mud and hungry, but absolutely fine.
Oh, and on top of everything else, one of the other dogs got run over while they were originally looking for Bud. But she's fine. They just got back from the vet and she's just a bit sore. So that's good.
And that's pretty much why yesterday was sucked and was great at the same time. Thank goodness it's over and Bud's still around.
I will say, though, that the drive yesterday just helped enforce the fact that I really do love living in Washington state.
Meanwhile, here's a picture of my pretty Ginny getting ready to pounce the taffy Mom and I were eating during The X-Files. She's a funny, funny cat. She drools when she's happy. A lot of drool. (Ron did this also I think.) She also nurses on the elbow of her right front leg when she's happy. It's a little weird. But I love her and I'm going to miss having a fluffy furball when I go away.
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Date: 2006-09-15 09:23 pm (UTC)Love you! ::squeeeeeeze::
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Date: 2006-09-15 10:27 pm (UTC)3x07 was awesome. That's the one I watched with Tris and flailed over the end because I didn't know how they'd fix it/him. 3x08. Oh man. I have so much love for it that I can't contain myself sometimes. Everything about it reinforces the slash.
That icon makes me grin like a dork. :D
Love you! ::snuggles::
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Date: 2006-09-15 11:51 pm (UTC):snuggles:
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Date: 2006-09-16 06:27 am (UTC)I was aching for someone to hug Rodney. It was so very obvious, to me at least, that he needed some sort of connection.
When he looks like that, so very lost and sad, how can you not want to hug him?
And then he made the first move and was teary and Jeannie was teary and I was slightly teary, too. Sigh.
Good, good stuff.
::snuggles::