Obie, Obie, Obie, of the giant, furry, bear like feet. I adore those precious feet of yours and just the mention of them has me visualizing them flying down the bike path in a golden blur. What a glorious creature you are! And more dear to my heart than words can express.
So WHAT IS IT WITH YOUR PAWS???????? Three broken toes in a year!!!!!!
The first two were understandable as they came about by innocent, passionate means. The first? You were running at a break neck speed to retrieve your green tennis ball and slid into home plate, a true success but alas, a toe caught and tore in the process. The second time, almost a ditto. You were running amuck in a wild puppy moment and another toe caught on a root. But this third toe this there is no justification for, and I’m having to deal with my own upset over the actual incident and put it behind me while you limp around in your purple bandage.
You had been left to hold the fort with Olive (an Australian shepherd) and Ben (a fourteen year old hound mix) when the UPS man came to deliver a 35-pound tool in a box. This man was apparently caught off guard by three woofing dogs. Now I take a step back.
HOW ON EARTH does a mailman or UPS man not come prepared for such a situation externally and internally? How is it that he panics at the sight of three nonviolent, loud-mouth four-leggeds and does one of them bodily harm? Obie got caught. The UPS man heaved his 35-pound box at the dogs and it landed on Obie’s foot. A totally crushed baby toe. My angel. Softest heart in the world. Innocent and confused and with a searingly painful toe from out of the blue. The vet has him bandaged royally and there will be no running for at least one month. The toe will never unsquash.
Oh Obie, you will figure out how to deal with it, with your joie de vivre, your love of letting loose in the windy salt air, your undauntable spirit and your smile!
How blessed we are that you chose us.
You beautiful teacher, you.