Even if I wrote the script myself, it wouldn't play out as well as my own life. Some how strange things have a way of finding me.
Two nights ago it was about 12:30 AM, my doorbell rang. The lights in my house are all out. Sydney starts to bark under her breath, vicious little attack dog I have, well actually that statement may be true. Who the heck is ringing my doorbell at this hour on Wednesday night. Stacey knocks on my door and asks if I heard the doorbell. Well of course, I was in a deep sleep, I only know this because it startled me, and sadly I don't enter a deep sleep too often these days. She said she was going to answer it, and wanted me to come. HELLO, are we crazy!!! I think so!
She turns on the light and looks out the window, looks back at me and says it's a girl, young one at that. Now I didn't know she had a dog with her or I would have grabbed Sydney and put her up, she's unpredictable around dogs. Not even thinking about that Stacey opened the door. Of course the inevitable happened and Sydney lunged at the other dog and locked onto the neck. As I'm pulling Sydney off the other dog turns around and bites me in the back of the hand, second time I've been bitten by a dog in a month, perfect. So the reason the girl knocked on the door was that she wanted to inform us that our driveway and the lower part of our yard were flooded. Can we really call in the city to fix a hole in the water line? I'm sure it sounded like a wonderful idea for her to walk up to a pitch black house and ring the door bell, you know in the intoxicated state she was in (and we're talking 16-17 years old).
Pissed doesn't even describe the state I was in, mad at this girl for waking someone up who doesn't ever sleep anyway, mad at my dog for having this hatred against other dogs (but it's only random, not every dog gets the wrath of Sydney and it only happens when I'm around), and so I was mad at myself because I know that my dog is expressing something that's inside of me that I can't seem to get right in my life.
I cleaned out the wound as best I could then iced the hand and lay on the couch for a couple hours, unable to relax, then moved to the bedroom for more of the same. Syd's lucky I even let her in the room although she knew not to come try to cheer me up. So yesterday I was comatose. Even with taking 2 naps I just couldn't get my body to move. I think partly out of disbelief, did everything I think happen, or was it just a dream. The sore swollen hand tells it all.
I think I need to write a book, A day in the Life... but for now we'll just shut the door on this episode and say that many more exciting adventures lay ahead.
If anyone has any suggestions on the dog issue, I'm all ears. I've been working with her and myself for that matter, but I haven't quite figured the issue out. We'll get there, I have faith in that.