This is a blog. This is NOT peer-reviewed. This is not science. The stories I tell are mine. For those of you who don't understand: These stories are told from my point of view. They are my opinion and only that. They are my memories, however I choose to remember and/or embellish them. The resemblance of characters in my stories to anyone in my life is not completely unintentional, however, I strive to protect their identities; because seriously, the shit they do and say is humiliating and stupid.

Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Miracles do Happen

This is a story for those who love dogs…and those who know my freak of an Aussie. For those of you who don’t know him, let’s just say I could write a book about his antics.

I’ve heard many stories about dogs attacking porcupines and ending up in the vet hospital with a face full of quills. A friend of mine had it happen just last week. When he told me the story, I smiled because not only do I LOVE porcupines, my dog Tucker and I saw one the same day.

While on a hike, I rounded a corner in the road. Tuck was ahead of me, watching something in the bushes and wagging his nub of a tail. He took a step toward it then looked at me and wagged again. I saw the bushes move, so I peeked in for a closer look. There it was, an adorable porcupine waddling through the brush and up the hill.

And for once in my life, Tucker listened to me...and remained quill-less.