I never want to hear Ani scream ever, ever again.
And I work with a system that teaches non attachment…?
There is a fence that runs down the garden, a low wooden fence designed to keep Ani out of the flower beds. It hasn’t worked for some time. There was a cat.
So since then I leave the little gate open for her, mainly because although she can jump in with no problem, she isn’t keen on jumping out … the deck isn’t the best place to land, so she will usually sit inside the gate singing to me till I come and open it. So I just leave it open.
However, it must have blown shut and Ani decided she wanted to play in the flowers. I can’t blame her for that. She jumped the fence.
I was on the phone to my son and we both heard her screams. My chair flew over as I flew out… its only yards… and poor Ani was still screaming, her legs somehow tangled in the fence, her chest on the top bar. It wasn’t a yelp.
I picked her up and carried her in, still crying and shaking like a leaf… I mean Ani, bless her. Fearing the worst… expecting broken legs, while Nick waited on the phone worried sick, not knowing what on earth was happening.
She is not that small for a small dog. About the size of an English Setter like her mother…but with her father’s heavier retriever build. She sat on my knee for ten minutes, shaking, digging her claws into my thighs like a cat, her head on my shoulder.
I couldn’t find any damage when she finally let me put her on the floor, still shaking, though there may well be a few bruises. Certainly on my legs if not hers. And within five minutes she was chasing a therapeutic tennis ball… which let me check for movement and limps… she seems okay…I think she’ll do.
I personally could do with a stiff drink now the reaction has set in. I was scared stiff.
The fence has to go.
To hell with the flower beds.