Every time I look at Rita, even with her quirky little personality and her bad manners, I am so thankful she found us. I can hardly stand to think of her living out in the woods, scrounging for food, eating acorns and water and trying to avoid being eaten by a coyote. Every little noise and she jumps. Yesterday I had her outside, for hours as you know, and once I repositioned the leash and it touched her head and she about came unglued. I just cannot imagine how she made it in the woods for over a week. It’s no wonder she wouldn’t come to me when I called her and Vince finally ended up having to catch her in a trap.
I guess it’s a good thing she lives where it rarely rains because she is so scared of thunder. Once before, we had a thunderstorm during the night and she, the dog who will not let you hold her at all, came to our bedroom door and rattled the door til I got up and she was happy to get in our bed.
Last night, thunder woke me up and I was fixing to get up to go check on her and realized she was already in our bed. Hmm . . how did that happen. Vince said when he first heard thunder, he got up and took her outside, and then she raced back to our bed and wanted in so he put her in the bed and that’s where she slept.
This morning, she cannot stay awake. It’s cool in the house so I put her little sweater on her. Come to think of it, I’m cold too. We haven’t had a fire in the fireplace yet this year. Maybe when Vince is home for lunch, I can talk him into building one for me. I can do it but I’m kinda scared to do it for the first time .. no telling what kind of critter is living up that chimney and may come scampering down once the fire gets going. Yes, there is a cover on the top of the chimney to keep birds out but I’m betting snakes and scorpions could be up there.