Meredy's Animal Chronicles

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These anecdotes are all true. You have permission to read them and to refer your friends to read them here, at my site. However, do not copy them. That's just mean. Furthermore, they really aren't great literature. They're just my animal chronicles. Please oblige me and do not copy them. Thanks, Meredy.

"Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Umm, NOT Forum."

I was driving down the main drag towards my house (I will not mention the name of this road, because apparently there are sickos in this world, imagine that! However, for those who live near me, they might recognize this: 6-laner with a grass strip separating oncoming traffic with a lousy speed limit of 40mph when there is absolutely no development for at least 2 miles.) when I almost ran over a tortoise. Hmm. Rush hour. Poor thing. Weeeel, guess I'll pull a Meredy's famous U-turn at a break in the dividing strip and rescue the poor fella. Sure, park in the yellow stripes that say merge! 6-laner to 2-laner! Uh oh, cop. But, before I could think another nasty thought about our local police force, the officer, who is obviously another animal lover extraordinaire, got out and said to me: "What seems to be the problem, Miss?" (I swear they are trained to say that) I pointed to the tortoise, who was at this point valiantly "fighting" cars whizzing by. He said, "Well, i suppose we can fix that..." The nice cop pulled the Crown Vic cop-mobile into the three lanes and blocked traffic. Next, he stepped out of the car, grabbed the tortoise, and heroically led the poor thing to the undeveloped meadowland across the road(the last few acres in the county, I swear). The cars building up behind him held very "confuddled" people inside. Imagine that. A cop taking a tortoise across the road. "Thanks officer!" and I was on my way.

"Ha Ha You Can't Catch Me!"

Today I was spending time with my boyfriend, Josh. We went to his best bud Matt's house to hang and I discovered that Matt's little sister had picked up a stray dog. Well, she looked ok after a bath, and I liked her. We decided she hadn't had an owner in awhile, if ever. She was missing 3 bottom front teeth, had no lice or ticks or mites in her fur or ears, but she had matted fur between her toes and was very, very skinny. I noticed that her eyes were cloudy, like she had cataracts or something. poor girl. Judging from all gathered info, she was ok to keep around but seemed very old. Matt's family couldn't keep her, as they have two dogs, including an un-neutered male golden retriever and we couldn't decide if she was fixed or not. So, I volunteered to take her home. Oops.
I got her home and she wouldn't eat. She would only sip water. Dad told me to put her in the garage because he was worried that she might not be house broken. So, I took her for a walk. All went well, she went poddy (good girl!) and i took her home again. Well, Dad came out to his car and beeped the horn when locking it. AAAAH! It scared her half to death and she slipped right out of her collar and RAN. Yikes! "Honey! Come back!" (I named her that because she is a blond terrier type thing with a Yorkie-like face) She ran and ran. Finally, mom drove us around looking for her. When we found her, she was impossible to catch! Then I noticed that she was limping on her back leg. Yikes. I remembered the little cyst/tumor(?) thing I had found on her neck (about the size of a marble), and thought maybe she has one on her leg somewhere. Poor baby. Well, after an hour of failed attempts, she darts into someone's backyard, and their dogs bark. The woman and her son come out, and I ask her (since Honey is right next to her) "Ma'am, could you grab that dog?" She lunges, Honey darts, and the son chases her while my mom and my brother and I circle in on her. The son finally grabs her and picks her up, handing her to my mom. AH! full of mud. After many thanks to the woman and her son, I take Honey back home, full of mud (it had just rained) on my lap (I was wearing a white shirt).
Weeel, I don't think I can keep her, even as nice and docile as she is. She will need someone who can run faster.
Tomorrow morning, I will go with Matt's sister to the shelter and see if we can figure out if she is sick and why she is limping around. I will not let them put her down unless that lump is proven to be cancer. Hopefully, someone will adopt her, because Mom and Dad don't think we can keep her on account that she runs like that. Too stressful. Owell, at least she is in good hands, instead of on the road in harm's way!! :)

"Ha Ha You Can't Catch Me!" PART 2!

Matt's little sister called me today and said that she found Honey's owner. I told her that "Honey" was at the local animal shelter. Hopefully, they have not euthanized her because she was so old. The owners told the girl that "Honey" (I'm not sure what her real name is) is 15 years old. WOW. Well, hope all goes well.

Last Updated: April 2nd, 2002