That's me, sitting beside my Uncle Roger, getting some petting from cousin Ryan
Hi all, Lily the Corgi here. Mama says she won't take much time to type for me today because things are too hectic and have made her too nervous and crazy. Usually this kind of talk makes me just want to bark at her to sit herself down and get to work, but this time I understand.
Yesterday, my Unce Roger (who is married to my mama's sister) was in a terrible motorcycle crash. He left home before noon to ride to Missouri to referee a bicycle race. Since it was Aunt Cathy's birthday, mama and daddy were putting us dogs in our room hours later so they could take Aunt Cathy out for birthday dinner when the phone rang. It was Aunt Cathy saying that a policeman had showed up on her doorstep to tell her Uncle Roger was in the hospital in intensive care. Mama and daddy rushed over to pick up Aunt Cathy and they all went to the hospital. They don't let doggies in to intensive care so I haven't seen Uncle Roger myself, but mama and daddy say he is a mess. Until this afternoon he even had a big machine breathing for him. He had to have surgery to have part of his guts removed, his arm was snapped in two and he has lots of broken ribs and bruises and all sorts of nasty sounding injuries.
Our new brother Darby had surgery last week; they call it neutering. Mama says Uncle Roger's surgery was much more serious than neutering. Daddy says Uncle Roger would probably disagree with that. I'm a corgi, not a doctor, so I just don't know. I'm just glad they say Uncle Roger will be okay, even though it will take him a long time to get all better.
Uncle Roger is the daddy of my cousin Quincy the ancient wiener dog.
Quincy is pretty frightened and confused right now about all the chaos going on.
Mama doesn't like motorcycles. When she used to work in a hospital, she says she saw too many people who were smashed up while riding them, but Uncle Roger is a very careful rider--everyone says his being so careful to always wear his helmet probably saved his life yesterday. One thing that caused a lot of trouble yesterday with Uncle Roger's accident was his ID. When Uncle Roger rides his motorcycle, he doesn't carry his wallet in his pocket but puts his ID in a pack. Apparently, the crash threw the pack or something and the police officers couldn't find the ID, so for the longest time, no one knew who Uncle Roger was! That's why it took so long for them to come and find Aunt Cathy.
Mama says this is a good reminder to everyone to have their ID on them at all times. Of course, Uncle Roger didn't do anything wrong by having his ID in his pack and he couldn't have known it would get lost, but sometimes people forget about their ID...and about ID for doggies. My sisters and I all have cute little ID charms to wear on our collars. The rescue is going to give Darby a more special type of ID called a microchip. It is a little magic button thing that will go right under his skin and somehow when a vet puts a scanner over it, mama and daddy's name and phone number will show up. That way, even if Darby is lost, someone can always find out where he belongs. I don't think Uncle Roger will get a microchip, but it is a really good idea for pets!
Mama says she may be gone tomorrow night to sleep at the hospital with Aunt Cathy and watch over Uncle Roger. I won't like that much, but maybe it will give daddy and Darby some well-needed bonding time.
This is my Uncle Roger on his motorcycle, at a bike race. Sometimes, Uncle Roger rides the bicycles in the races, but as he's gotten older, more often than not he rides the motorcycle to referee the races.
Well, there were other happenings since I last wrote. On Monday morning, some men came and cut down some of our trees. Mama said the trees in the front yard were dead because sometimes when the wind woud blow, limbs would fall. Daddy said one day a limb was going to blown down on our house and break the roof and then we'd be in a world of hurt. So,the trees came down. It was very interesting with bucket trucks and saws, and chippers making all kinds of noise. We weren't allowed out in the yard but mama left the wooden door open so we could watch out the glass door. Sadie and Lucy barked--A LOT. The yard looks nicer without the dead trees, I think.
One day last week,it was 1/2 price ice cream day at Sonic, so after the sun went down and the weather cooled off just a little, mama and daddy took us down there to have ice cream cones. Wow! We don't get ice cream very often so that was a real treat! So refreshing on a hot evening.
Sadie and Lucy had cones too; they just weren't as cute and photogenic as Darby and I were.
Okay, mama says that's all she's typing for tonight, so I guess I'm done. Mama is tired and could benefit greatly from a good sleep with a few cozy dogs snuggled next to her so I'm going to take her to bed. Please keep a good thought for my Uncle Roger as he heals from this bad accident and for Aunt Cathy while she puts up with him (I love Uncle Roger but he will surely be a pain as a patient!)
Til next time, folks, hug each other and appreciate each other; it can all change in the blink of an eye.
Love ya,
Lily the Corgi
Stay cool, everyone!
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