Wednesday, August 7, 2013
FIRST, I WANT TO THANK EVERYONE WHO LEFT THE KIND COMMENTS ON MY FACEBOOK PAGE YESTERDAY. IT TRULY MEANS ALOT TO ME TO KNOW THAT YOU ALL CARE ABOUT THIS LADY!
It scared me so bad when I got knocked down by the dog yesterday. Funny thing was, I was more afraid for my little dogs safety than I were for me. After it was all over with and the police had left, I got to thinking back on how it happened.
First I thanked God for keeping my fur babies safe. ( and me and Dan too for that matter.) I only came out of it with an aching back, a scraped and swollen knee and elbow. It could have been so much worse…for me and my fur babies and Dan too. When Dan finally heard me screaming yesterday, he ran and fought the dog off with a broom handle. It is a miracle in itself that he even heard me, because he was in the house and I was halfway up the street. It is hard to hear anything going on outside when you are in the house with the air conditioners going.
You know, it occurred to me that during the whole time of the attack , ( after that dog had yanked my little dogs out of their collars and leashes), my little dogs could have easily ran off to the safety of our home and left me lying there. But they didn’t. They stood there with me, even as the bigger dog was throwing them around like rag dolls. I managed to get up on all fours and I was kicking and hitting for all I was worth trying to get her off them. No sooner did I get her off one, then she would go for the other one….yet they all stayed.
That my friends, is what is called loyalty….and LOVE.
On another note; when I posted what happened on Facebook, I mentioned that it was a Pit dog. I did not mention the name of it out of any kind of hate for the breed. Let me say now that I only did this in order to describe the difference in size and strength of the dog that attacked me and my little dogs.
Let me tell you, my little dogs can be as mean and protective of me as any big dog..they just didn't realize yesterday that they are LITTLE and can not win a war with a BIG dog!
I do however believe that people who live in town should abide by THE LAW of this town and keep their dogs fenced in, on a walk around and/or on a leash…Which is also just common sense. That is why mine are ALWAYS on their leashes when outside. Even when on a leash on them I will still caution people NOT to try to pet them, because I don't want anyone bit. You never know with ANY dog.
We have little children who play and walk these streets. They sometimes walk their little weenie dog. Had it been them with their pup instead of me yesterday, things could have turned deadly if they had tried to save it from the big dog.
With all that being said, let me say this…I always try to find the light side of any situation and if yesterday even has a light side, this has to be it…
First let me say that Coco is the only dog in the bunch who is a chocolate brown. The rest are golden. He is also the only one in the bunch who is terrified of thunderstorms, loud noises, big trucks, lawn mowers…you name it. He will run up under Dan’s bed like a striped ape if he hears or sees anything that scares him. If he is outside and hears or sees something that scares him, he will literally choke himself on his leash and collar trying to pull me back toward the house, so I have to stop walking them in order to take him straight in. I have always said that he could hear it thunder in Atlanta, over 70 miles to the west of us! lol
Well, anyway, right before Dan got to where I and the dogs were yesterday, the dog had Coco on the ground . I kicked her off Coco and she went after Fellow, yanking him out of his collar and leash. After Dan beat the dog off of Fellow, and the dog had run away, I looked around trying to see all my little dogs. I found Coco still lying on the ground and he wasn't moving at all, just lying there with his eyes shut. For a moment I thought he was dead. I picked him up and walked home with him lying in my arms, and me crying. When I got to the house and went in, still crying because I just knew he was dead or dying, I laid him down on the floor.
He promptly gets up and runs up under my bed!
Where he stays for the next few minutes until Amanda and Kelvin can get here. They were able to coax him out from under the bed and except for shaking like a leaf, he was okay!
I truly believe that little Coco had either played dead or he FAINTED. God bless his little heart! lol
GOD BLESS YOU ALL.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
You know; I thought I'd never have grandchildren. Danny went to his grave thinking we would never have grandchildren.
But GOD knows more than any doctors a or specialists…
Almost two years after he passed away in 2006, Amanda and Charity showed me a prescription that had; "Amanda is pregnant" written on it.
I was in such deep shock, that although I saw the words, they didn't make a bit of sense to me.
Me, who reads anything and everything. Me who once read the encyclopedia from A-Z, couldn't read those three simple words! It may have well been written in Chinese.
This is no lie. I had to get Charity to read it to me...twice. And when those words finally sank into my brain, I started sobbing and trust me, those were happy tears!
Wyatt Kelvin Daniel Kitchens was born on June 18, 2008.
God indeed had blessed us.
Later on, HE blessed us twice more…with little William and Kenzie!!
GOD IS SO GOOD TO US.
Tomorrow, our first little blessing from God will begin his first day in school.
I know William will surely miss Wyatt being home with him. Wyatt's the big brother whom Will imitates and parrots his every word.
I remember my babies first day at school. I remember how small they still looked as they went into the building, and how it felt to leave them there without me. I know Amanda’s and Kelvin’s heart will walk right through that school door with him tomorrow.
These five years since Wyatt was born have flown by, as I knew they would. Once you become Mawmaw, you should have already learned how very fast the years go and how quiet a home is without your little ones running around. You know, that is probably why we grandparents tend to spoil and hold them close.
Although I pray everyday for all three of my grandchildren, tonight I have a special prayer that the Good Lord will watch over Wyatt and that all his school days will be happy ones.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL.