Welcome back Team David followers,
I certainly trust everyone had a great week end. The beautiful blue skies were a welcoming sight to behold on Saturday morning. At last, a weekend without rain or the threat of rain in the forecast. The great Chamber of Commerce weather was ideal for a lot of folks who had made plans or activities for outdoors.
Keith and I made it downtown on Saturday to The Frist Center to see the Sensuous Steel-Art Deco Automobile exhibit. The show featured antique cars designed during the Art Deco Period, (around 1925 to the late 1930’s). The historical time of our culture is defined by the use of daring geometric shapes and symmetrical designs. Keith and I admired the magnificent representatives from the bygone era as we perused the gallery. The classic, one-of-a-kind autos characterized the historical years in architecture and car engineering with their polished sleek steel, lavish interiors, and brightly colored hues.
After the museum, we went up the street to a brew house restaurant to try something new. I was taken aback when the server informed me they didn’t have sweet tea!! I did a double take and ordered the unsweetened version with extra lemon. It’s not like we drove across the Mason-Dixon Line to a land where I know sweet tea is not known to exist, but we were right smack dab in the middle of downtown Nashville and I wanted my sweet tea.
That is another lifestyle change for me. One of the side effects from the chemo and radiation is the decrease production of saliva in my mouth. You will usually find me a can of soda, glass of sweet tea with lemon, or coffee as these are basically the only liquids I drink. I will have a glass of wine or beer here and there to be social, but since I don’t all of my liver and one kidney, the alcohol goes straight to my brain. I seldom will drink any water as it will virtually runs right through me literally as there are no nutrients for me to absorb. So if you are a caretaker of a chemo patient, make sure they have enough fluids daily.
I saved the best for last. Today is National Dog Day. A good day to celebrate your canine pet and all the love and attention they provide to their owners. I would like to relate to my audience a true story which happened to us with our first Weimaraner, Enoch.
It was the end of August when our best friend Jesse called to eagerly invite us up to Columbus, Ohio to meet his new fiancé and see to their first home purchase. He had met a co-worker, Lorie, and they were engaged to be married in a couple of months. Labor Day was fast approaching which gave us the opportunity to have an extra day of traveling up the interstate to see them. Besides, it was only a five hour drive from Nashville, so we saw no reason to miss the opportunity for a road trip.
We had left our workplaces early on Friday, met at the house to gather our bags and I realized we had forgotten to mention to him our dog, Enoch, would be traveling with us. Enoch is a pure-breed Weimaraner; a dog bred and known for their hunting talents. To place him in a boarding kennel for the three days would have been a little pricey for us because the kennel charges by the pound, size and breed. Like most house dogs he was very content with sleeping in our bed and had never been to kennel before. At five years old, he is a large dog with a mouse-gray coat, velvet smooth to the touch, skinny by nature, but tall and sleek, almost like a Greyhound. When he stands up on his hind legs, he spans almost six feet high.
I downloaded the driving map with directions; we were off on the road. We arrived at Columbus on schedule and pulled into the driveway to see our friend. Enoch was very anxious to depart the vehicle where we had been imprisoned since our last pit stop in mid trip. Now it did not occur to us that Jesse still had his cat, Maude. Maude had been Jesse’s pet and companion for the past nine years and he enjoyed the “personality” that all cats are infamous for having. As for me, in my humble opinion, I think they have none. That is the difference, I suppose, between dog people and cat people.
Immediately upon exiting the car, Enoch spied Maude who was hiding behind a privet hedge. The sounds of barking from Enoch and the hissing of Maude made the moment awkward. The flash of Maude’s pure white body rocketed by me at top speed. This was immediately followed by the flash of gray as Enoch chased his prey. I immediately shouted “STOP!” at Enoch. Hesitantly he obeyed my command. On the other hand, Maude could not be found. We walked around for about ten minutes searching the neighborhood and aimlessly walking yelling “Maude! “Maude!” Like most cats, Maude would disappear for a couple days to go “catting around” as the old saying goes. So Jesse figured that she would show up again whenever we left with Enoch. As I apologized to Jesse; he kept assuring us she would come back home eventually.
We spent the evening catching up on our lives and looking around at doors and window ledges for signs of Maude’s return. It was getting late into the evening and we were road weary from the drive. I let Enoch out into Jesse’s backyard which was totally fenced in with seven-foot high barnyard picket boards to relieve him before going to bed.
The next morning Enoch woke me up like he usually does with his cold nose on my face. It is his way of telling me that he needs to be let out. I was still groggy from staying up so late the night before. I opened the back door very quietly so as not to wake our host. I went out into the backyard and found a seat at the picnic table where I was able to enjoy the peace and quiet of the morning or so I thought.
The next thing I recall about that morning compares to a Saturday morning cartoon. Since Enoch is a hunting dog and loves to chase small animals, somehow, someway, a small squirrel, which was busy getting an early start on gathering nuts, appeared on the corner post nearest the house. Enoch raised himself up on his back legs and taking his front paws, leaped up to catch the squirrel. With a force greater than a pry bar, Enoch’s paws would pull the plank off the fence. Each plank would splinter down the center from the sheer force of Enoch‘s weight. The startled squirrel took off running down the side fence line stopping every two to three feet. With each stop there was loud shrill barking, followed by a leap, the sound of the squirrel hissing, a plank falling off, and the pattern repeated throughout the entire yard. When the squirrel finally approached the last and final corner post, on the opposite side from which this episode started, he turned one last time to look at his enemy, hissed then leaped high into the air onto branch of an oak tree to catch his breath from this near death experience.
It took about thirty seconds for this entire barking, hissing and plank-falling episode to occur. I immediately surveyed the damage done. Enoch had unknowingly pulled down forty-three planks off of Jesse’s fence. Through the gaps and spaces I could now see in the early morning daylight the yards and gardens of his neighbors to the left, behind, and to the right of me, all three sides demolished.
I heard the sound of the back door opening and Jesse’s face was in shock and awe as he stepped out onto his back porch to see what all the commotion that was going on was.
“What in the world is going on out here with all the barking? “ He exclaimed as he was glancing around his backyard. Almost a fourth of his fence now lay in ruin on the ground. I couldn’t help but laugh as I tried to explain how it occurred and compared it to a cartoon.
After breakfast, we went with Jesse to the local home improvement warehouse to purchase new planks and nails for his fence. We spent the better part of the day repairing the fence. We talked about our friendship, the hiking trips we had taken, and the wedding which was soon approaching. When it came time for us to leave on Monday morning with Enoch, I could not help but keep apologizing to Jesse and Lorie for Enoch’s behavior and the damage which he caused. All in all it was a good trip.
Enoch died a few years back and his cousin, Nikko died this past May. Both dogs had been our faithful companions and have been missed. The house is just not same without hearing the sounds of their heavy paws walking up the stairs or across the floors.
Well folks, I will close for now and prepare me some grub for supper. I hope everyone has a great evening and I will be back tomorrow.
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