Monday, October 18, 2010
In the Cellar and In the Doghouse (Tuesday & Wednesday, Oct. 12-13)
The next morning we hit the road and headed home, arriving just about 7 p.m., thankful that Kara had called to say she was fixing dinner for us.
Our house sitter was outside feeding the animals when we arrived, so we unloaded the car. Suddenly she burst in the front door, yelling, "Hero is killing one of the chickens!"
We made up a bed for her in our closet with a heating pad under her, placed her towel-wrapped body in a box, and covered the box with a throw. It seemed like shock was her most serious problem, and "warm, dry, and quiet" was all I could think of to do.
I could hardly even eat Kara's delicious dinner because I felt sick at heart over my chicken and over Hero's villainous behaviour. We decided to watch TV for a while after dinner, and I held her on my lap with an afghan bunched around the towel to keep her even cozier. Finally it was bedtime. I checked her one last time to make sure the heating pad was warm and went to bed, not sure what I would find in the morning.