The continuing saga of Shorty
I hope this saga has a happy ending.
Yesterday afternoon was sunny and very humid. Tina and I sat on the porch and admired the thunderheads as they quickly grew north of us. But quite suddenly the sky grew extremely black and threatening and the wind picked up blowing little cyclones of dust down the road.
Then the lightning and thunder hit. Poor gimpy Shorty couldn’t quite keep up with mama as she scurried her family to shelter. The rain poured down hard for over an hour while the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled. Then it was over and turned into a sprinkle. The smell in the air was refreshing and I grabbed a cup of coffee and went outside to enjoy the summer rain and the smells.
As deaf as I am I could hear Shorty’s little voice and knew she was in trouble. Rick had shoes on so I sent him on a Shorty finding trip. Sure enough, there was a little soaked fuzzball who had almost made it in the dog house with Mama. He picked her up (I would have cuddled her a little too) and put her in with Mama to get warm and dry.
This morning all three are out with Mama digging in a soaked stack of hay like nothing happened yesterday.
Don’t you think Shorty deserves to make it?
This kind of thing is what makes me smile. I had to share…Have a great day.
