Everyday Dose Of Reality
There I was yesterday, a lovely day weeding my herb gardens. A lesson I learned yesterday is that I cannot weed or dig in the garden with Orthos outside. He is with me all the time, everywhere I go. Not because it is my choice, it is his and if he isn’t with me he has a FIT! I mean tare the house down, bounce off the windows, cry literal tears, knock you down to check your entire body when you come back inside mania. At first I didn’t see any reason not to, but shortly into the digging I saw the error of my ways.
A few months ago our neighbor, Steve, Peg The Animal Whisperer’s husband, dropped off a big load of soil/cow manure for the herb garden. The kids and I have been working down the pile between the herb garden and flower beds I have put in around the yard. Yesterday while I was weeding I decided to toss more dirt into one of the herb beds. I sat down with my broken shove as if I was a little kid at the playground in the sandpit. I was digging along, Orthos was standing in the garden about four feet in front of me watching. I hit a dried out clump of manure, it cracked open. Out flew 20 to 30 horse flies, and them suckers bite hard and nasty. Orthos was bitten a few days ago on the eyelid by one, poor baby’s eye swelled shut for a day. So I started swatting and Orthos…He lunged at me knocking me over on my back. I thought maybe a bear was running out of the woods and mistook me for a honey pot! The dog grabbed me by the hair (I had my hair pulled up in a knot) and started dragging me out of the herb garden. Once he had me out far enough for his piece of mind, he realized he was swarmed by flies. He was jumping in the air, snapping, whipping his tail, rolling on the ground, spitting my hair out of his mouth and yelping. I called him back to me and ran my hands through his hair, brushing out all the flies that were buried in his fur. We then ran back into the house, where he checked me over and licked me to death.
About 10 minutes later I had a splitting headache. The husband had run to the store and pulled back in the driveway. I told him what had happened and he said, “you should be thrilled Orthos is that loyal to you. I think he is awesome! If you were outside in the winter and snow fell from the roof on you, I now know he would drag you out of it to your feet. He is excellent!” OK, he may have a point with all of that, but I wasn’t expecting it to happen over flies. It sort of startled me. I mean he gets the same look in his eyes when he see’s something in the woods and darts pass me bounding into the trees. What did I know, I thought he was booking for the woods again. But no, he knocked me over slamming into my chest and grabbed my hair and just started pulling me across the yard. If I weighed like 50 pounds less, he might have drug me to Wisconsin! I don’t know maybe it is me, but I don’t see deer flies as such a huge life threatening thing. However, Orthos does see them as life and death I guess. I think I have a bald spot now he he he he.