Quick Like a Cat

Yesterday I went to Airdrie, a farm owned by my uncle Terry. It's idyllic, peaceful and refreshing. I played with my younger cousins, fished, spun on a swing until I was nauseous, had a crab feast and nearly killed the dog. I was on the pier, fishing and crabbing with the three young ones when my aunt called out that she wanted me to keep my eye on Leo, the youngest. I shifted my protecting eye from Dylan, the 15-year old mutt who has had both eyes removed and cannot hear, to Leo. Holding Dylan's leash in one hand and showing Leo how to cast a line with the other, I felt a tug on the leash and heard a splash. As I realized what happened I reached down, grabbed the dog by the scruff and yanked her up onto the dock. What excitement!