Or so they say…
God Never Gives You More Than You Can Handle
And other bullshit we learn to swallow.
Barn swallow rescue and triage wasn’t on my calendar.
Meaning today the To-Do lists, zoom calls, and chores would be deleted or simply ignored.
The cosmos had other designs.
What should have been a routine morning dog walk would be cut short by Clementine, my ever-curious and hyper-vigilant 5 lb. brindle chihuahua and member of our two mutt family.
Had it not been for her keen nose and natural instinct for sensing distress from all creatures great and small, today’s stroll would likely have been largely uneventful.
Instead, Clem planted her oversized paws between the sidewalk and gutter—her black eyes fixed on a trough of dead leaves and neighborhood debris.
Oscar’s urge to keep us moving—thus leaving him free to canvas yards and streets for the latest pee-mail or scented trails left by families of raccoons and lone coyotes roaming our…
