Hey, everyone. We were coming home today and saw an unusual sight. It was a beautiful day and we had gone to the valley to do some work. On the way home, on our rather tortuous mountain road, we came upon a van stopped in the middle of the road. A clearly upset, elderly lady was standing outside the van and waving her arms about as she stalked back and forth in agitation. I thought, at first, that there had been a serious wreck or a fight. When I came to a stop we began to see what was going on.
It seemed as though this elderly couple had been driving along and came around a curve and saw a litter (herd, flock, covey) of puppies milling around in the middle of the road. Of course, puppies are dumber than bricks and do not realize that cars will hurt them. The nearest house was about a fourth of a mile away and evidently no one was home. The lady was trying to attract someone's attention at the house, to no avail. One car went around the van, very carefully. I started to go but one of the cute little bounders strutted out into my path, which, when I stopped, had the entire road blocked, now.
Those pups were really adorable. I can remember when I was a kid that we would watch a litter of puppies for hours as they wrestled and gnawed at each other. The one that wandered in front of my car was solid white, with a splash of brown and wouldn't have filled up my hands if they were held together. It is hard to be unhappy when you look at puppies and I'd rather take a bullet than hurt one intentionally.
The bottom line is that the pups are safe and happy. Maybe the goal in their trek was to simply make a bunch of jaded adults stop and smell the roses. Make them remember a simpler, more innocent time when, heck yes, we had time just to watch puppies at play, and their faith in ... life, enabled them to play in the road and not worry about it.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
It seemed as though this elderly couple had been driving along and came around a curve and saw a litter (herd, flock, covey) of puppies milling around in the middle of the road. Of course, puppies are dumber than bricks and do not realize that cars will hurt them. The nearest house was about a fourth of a mile away and evidently no one was home. The lady was trying to attract someone's attention at the house, to no avail. One car went around the van, very carefully. I started to go but one of the cute little bounders strutted out into my path, which, when I stopped, had the entire road blocked, now.
Those pups were really adorable. I can remember when I was a kid that we would watch a litter of puppies for hours as they wrestled and gnawed at each other. The one that wandered in front of my car was solid white, with a splash of brown and wouldn't have filled up my hands if they were held together. It is hard to be unhappy when you look at puppies and I'd rather take a bullet than hurt one intentionally.
The bottom line is that the pups are safe and happy. Maybe the goal in their trek was to simply make a bunch of jaded adults stop and smell the roses. Make them remember a simpler, more innocent time when, heck yes, we had time just to watch puppies at play, and their faith in ... life, enabled them to play in the road and not worry about it.
From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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