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My brother-in-law's uncle was in a fishing accident last night at the beach (boat may have overturned) and drowned.
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Chester and The Firefly
My dog, Chester, had a most glorious adventure this morning. He vanquished an evil firefly!
Chester is a brave dog much of the time. He will bark and growl and tell people who lurk outside my apartment at 2 a.m. what he thinks of them, or chase the terrible, horrible, malicious squirrels and bunnies that taunt him each day on his walk. He thinks nothing of trying to take down a full grown German Shepherd. (Chester is 35 pounds of fluff, for those wondering.)
Chester, however, has one great debilitating fear - bugs. (With the exception of moths. He loves moths.)
Last night Chester displayed all the classic symptoms of "OMG! Bug in the apartment!" syndrome. There was hyperventilating, desperate attempts to get behind furniture (this time a book case), the eventual hiding under an end table (sometimes he hides in the tub). Much soothing was done and he seemed to cope (partially because the bug was apparently not a large house fly, the greatest of his fears for their flying and buzzing).
This morning I arose, no dog in sight. Where was Chester? Under the end table again, nose stuck in the corner, panic in his eyes. The bug was back! As I can't handle much when not awake, I chose to climb in the shower first, deal with Chester's phobia later.
Upon emerging from the shower, I was greeted by Chester pawing at the carpet (with one paw oh so delicately extended and razor sharp puppy claws digging in to the carpet) and yipping in rabid and joyous glee. He had found the bug! He was telling it who was boss! Take that, bug! I shall claw you to death! And yip with glee while doing so! For I am brave!
As my glasses were not on my face, I quickly did the mad dash to get them. At this point I had no clue what bug it might be (and feared spiders which are best tackled with all eyesight at its best). Imagine my reaction when Chester backed away from the bug he was torturing and revealed it to be...a firefly.
My dog spent 12 hours in abject fear because of a firefly.
The firefly was vanquished (gone to that sewer plant in the sky - or Randolph County). The dog was proud. And somehow I got no credit for being the one that flushed its carcass.
My dog, Chester, had a most glorious adventure this morning. He vanquished an evil firefly!
Chester is a brave dog much of the time. He will bark and growl and tell people who lurk outside my apartment at 2 a.m. what he thinks of them, or chase the terrible, horrible, malicious squirrels and bunnies that taunt him each day on his walk. He thinks nothing of trying to take down a full grown German Shepherd. (Chester is 35 pounds of fluff, for those wondering.)
Chester, however, has one great debilitating fear - bugs. (With the exception of moths. He loves moths.)
Last night Chester displayed all the classic symptoms of "OMG! Bug in the apartment!" syndrome. There was hyperventilating, desperate attempts to get behind furniture (this time a book case), the eventual hiding under an end table (sometimes he hides in the tub). Much soothing was done and he seemed to cope (partially because the bug was apparently not a large house fly, the greatest of his fears for their flying and buzzing).
This morning I arose, no dog in sight. Where was Chester? Under the end table again, nose stuck in the corner, panic in his eyes. The bug was back! As I can't handle much when not awake, I chose to climb in the shower first, deal with Chester's phobia later.
Upon emerging from the shower, I was greeted by Chester pawing at the carpet (with one paw oh so delicately extended and razor sharp puppy claws digging in to the carpet) and yipping in rabid and joyous glee. He had found the bug! He was telling it who was boss! Take that, bug! I shall claw you to death! And yip with glee while doing so! For I am brave!
As my glasses were not on my face, I quickly did the mad dash to get them. At this point I had no clue what bug it might be (and feared spiders which are best tackled with all eyesight at its best). Imagine my reaction when Chester backed away from the bug he was torturing and revealed it to be...a firefly.
My dog spent 12 hours in abject fear because of a firefly.
The firefly was vanquished (gone to that sewer plant in the sky - or Randolph County). The dog was proud. And somehow I got no credit for being the one that flushed its carcass.
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