Pneumonia, Missing Dogs, And Beheaded Possums Oh My

It’s been kind of a crazy time for us since we returned from Disney World.

It’s almost like karma said, “Well now, ya’ll are havin’ too much fun all up in here. Let’s really SCREW THINGS UP.”

Thankfully we have been all been well this winter but as I type this my husband is down for the count with full-blown pneumonia (he and Miss C actually got sick on the plane home from Disney and although she bounced back he is still sick and is on his second round of antibiotics) and Miss A has a 102.8 degree fever. I had to reschedule her birthday party that was supposed to be going on RIGHT NOW.

Last night around 8 we were all in settled in family movie night mode when it occurred to my husband that something was missing.

Something like our new dog, Zoey.

Old man Jack was curled up on the floor by the sofa but Zoey was no where to be found.

“Where’s our other dog?,” hubby asked.

I panicked. We all did. I hadn’t actually seen her since dinner. And then it dawned on me. I had left the window in our bonus room slash office open. A ground level window that is NOT within our privacy fence area. This was exactly her method of escape from her former owners when we found her lost in our neighborhood Christmas break.

So this is how it came to be that Miss C and my just diagnosed with full blown pneumonia deathly ill husband ended up driving around our neighborhood scouting for a lost dog on a Friday night. (He took off with her out the back door before I could say, “WAIT! I’ll go on lost dog duty!”)

By the grace of God, Miss C caught a glimpse of Zoey bolting in the dark in the street about 10 houses down from ours and heard the familiar jingle of her collar. Zoey has one heckuva guardian angel. I was consoling a sobbing Miss A who was curled up on the den floor with Jack asking me pitifully if we would ever see Zoey again and I honestly could not say yes. Even with her collar and tags on, she could have been hit by a car or picked up by someone who wouldn’t do the right thing and call.

We gotta watch this one. She’s like an antsy teenage girl in too tight jeans hell bent on sneaking out of the house on a Friday night. Next time she could come home with a cheap tattoo and a pierced nose. And I’ll have a few more wrinkles.


I can escape now?


So all is well with the dogs. Now we just have to get hubby and Miss A well.

It’s the end of the road for this guy, however.


 Toy stuffed possum that has no body thanks to Miss Zoey the dog, destroyer of innocent toy stuffed possums and professional escape artist.

9 comments

    • Jamie says:

      WAIT?! You, too? Oh no! I will have to catch up with you. So far I am feeling OK and Miss C, my 9-year-old, is OK. Just gotta get the little one and hubby up to speed by Monday. No fun. At least we had fun in Orlando, right?

  1. Cindy says:

    Omgosh. I am so sorry about this sickness! Poor birthday girl. And her dad! That Zoe, though…hmm. 😉 And i have a now-gutless BUNNY to show ya! Everyone feel better soon.

    • Jamie says:

      Thanks Cindy! Ummmm good luck with that bunny. 😉 We are experienced in dogs and we’ve had some miscellaneous pets, like hermit crabs and dwarf frogs, but no bunnies!

  2. John Joseph says:

    hope you get well soon, at least it lookes like you all had a great vacation, looks like a winner to vacation at disney, Iam now looking into it

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