Luna and Sadie

Written by Teisha a couple of years ago. 

I was just playing guitar in Mom's room when I heard her shouting, seriously screaming for the dogs "LUNA! SADIE!! No! No! No!"  It automatically panicked me and my heart started racing as I imagined one of the dogs flat out on the road in front of her farm where there is little regard for anything small crossing the road.  I called the dogs and as they sprinted toward the back door, Mom was (in her flannel pajamas) running back from the road.  I instinctively praised them for following my directions of "come!" but she muttered under her breath something to the effect that they were not good dogs to be praised right at that moment.  She had spied them chasing the chickens as fast as they could up the driveway.  

The dogs are safe.  Mom is recovering.  I'm fine, if a little rattled.  But where are the chickens?  Damn.

Postscript:  Several people have asked "who has the dogs?"  They are living with me at Camp Mama and having a good time and they are good dogs. Teisha's Mom