Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Just When You Thought it was Safe Outside

Once a week, after a telework day, I go into our little Village and visit the acupuncturist.  I HATE needles, but acupuncture doesn't hurt at all, the needles are SO thin compared to the needles you get shots with.  Plus it's helped with pain, stress, and sleeping better, and my insurance covers their share. I walk out of there SO mellow, it's the highpoint of my "middle of the week".

It's off our Village's crazy traffic circle (which I incorporated into  my new book because it is the craziest traffic circle I've even driven in and I moved her from Indianapolis, home of the maniacal traffic circle.) So after I make my way around the corner onto the side street without the blaring of a horn, the screeching of brakes or someone giving me the friendly Chicago "You're #1" wave,  but with a different finger, I can park out front of it or one of the small businesses that are closed and for sale.
Today I couldn't as it was the day they scoop up leaves from the street and that side of the street was closed.  It's too close to the circle, and too busy to park on the other side and dart across so I went south two blocks (the next block is one way in the wrong direction) into a residential neighborhood and parked.  I was parked at the end of the street in front of an old white farmhouse style house. Across the street from it was an old stone church, with no one in sight.

Ever seen a house and it just looked CREEPY?  This house did.  I'm not sure why.  Maybe it was the junk around the side yard and junk in the back, the slightly peeling greyish-white paint, and the dark upstairs windows, but it was really bothering me.  Plus I felt like something was WATCHING me, and I noticed how dark it was getting and how deserted the street was.  I prayed they didn't have some mean junkyard dog back there with all the junk because there was no fence.  I got out of my truck, still feeling eyes bore into me.  I looked around ready to dash back in the truck of the hound from hell came rushing out of the dark.

Then I saw it - in the window -  it's eyes GLOWING.

It was a tiny little chihuahua dog wearing a bow.

He was guarding the front window as inside I could see a kids video game on the TV playing in the background to the sound of a lot of giggling.

Sheesh, I'm a scaredy cat.

Have a wonderful evening, remembering our crazy friends that we so miss, both two and four-legged,


  1. Hari OM
    BOL... but actually, having been ravaged on the ankle by a Papillon (same but different) I can vouch for the terror of toy dogs! Welcome to December... one pup lighter, the rainbow brighter... YAM xx

  2. Yeah, people tend to let little dogs get away with things they wouldn't let large dogs get away with!

  3. BOL my mom is a probation officer and she has been bitten by more little dogs especially Chihuahuas (she calls them little sneaky bastards) than she cares to count but she hasn't been bitten by a big dog yet however she's had to out run a few.

    Aroo to you,

  4. Guess that proves the old saying... don't judge a Book (or House) by its Cover (Front).

  5. Sometimes those little pups can be as scary as cats!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

  6. A maniacal Chihuahua! BOL! SHE's has been bitten by two dogs in HER life...a German Shepherd and a Chihuahua, so watch out. Our imagine gets the better of us sometimes.


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