Thursday, September 17, 2009
My Husband Must REALLY Love Me
*Alternate titles for this post: "Weird Things Happen on the Farm at Night", "Who Would Have Thought One Would Need a Chainsaw at 1 o'clock in the Morning?", "What do YOU do at 1 AM?", "The Things We Do For Our Loved Ones", and "Is This Really Happening???"*
My husband must really love me. Why? Because he was fast asleep last night while I was up late doing a load of laundry (yes, I'm one of those weird people who does a load of laundry at night so the clothes are ready to get hung and dried in the morning) and washing the dishes, when I woke him up because I heard horrible yelping coming from the dog outside.
My heart sank when I heard Chance's squeals. The last time I heard him yelp and saw him wince in pain like that was when he had an altercation with a porcupine and ended up needing to go to the vet because it was so bad. Almost $400 later, he was as good as new. This time, I had a sick feeling in my stomach. You never know what you'll meet in the dark when you're in the countryside.
Me: HONEY! WAKE UP! DO YOU HEAR THAT!?!?!
Hubby: (no answer)
Me: Oh my gosh! My dog! He's hurt! Go out and check what's going on!
Hubby: (still not stirring from his slumber)
Me: If anything happens to that dog, I'll... (I was going to say "be devastated"!)
Hubby: (grumble, grumble, sigh, huff)
Me: Thank you Honey! I love you!
Hubby sleepily got out of bed and threw a jacket over his boxers, donned his workboots, and headed out into the darkness. I followed with a flashlight. Afraid of what we would find and filled with anxiety, I headed toward the sound of my yelping canine baby.
When we got to him, we saw what all the noise was about. He didn't get skunked. He didn't get attacked by a porcupine. He didn't get into a fight with a coyote/coy dog. He was stuck in the tree! Well, he managed to get one of his paws wedged between two tree trunks. It was so wedged in there that he couldn't release his front leg and every time he moved, it would cause a lot of pain. I was afraid that he wouldn't let us help him, that he'd snap at us because he was in pain, that the circulation in his leg would stop, that he would try so hard to get free his leg would break, or that he would gnaw his leg off.
We tried to pry his leg free, but it was such a tight fit between the two tree trunks.
Me: How on earth did that dog get stuck there?!?!
Hubby: Probably chasing something up the tree. Maybe a coon?
Me: How are we going to get him out?
Hubby: He's got himself stuck pretty badly there.
Me: We can't just leave him there!!!
Hubby tried to free Chance's leg, but to no avail. Then he tried to take a piece of lumber that we were using to build our front deck and use it for leverage to try to pry between the tree trunks and move it enough so Chance could release his leg. Nothing was working. The dog was yelping. Good thing we don't have immediate neighbours!
Hubby: I'm going to have to get the chainsaw.
Me: What?!?!?!
Hubby: I guess the tree is going to have to come down.
Me: (big sigh of relief!) Oh, no! I love that tree. You're getting the chainsaw at 1 in the morning? Think the neighbours at the other farm will hear?
Hubby hopped into his truck and headed to my mother-in-law's farm to retrieve his chainsaw. By this time, Chance was having a panic attack. He was almost hyperventilating. I helped Hubby move the picnic table and a few other things because the tree was huge and would have fallen on them.
Brrrrrrrrrrrzzzzzzzz!! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrzzzzzzzzzz!
Hubby got his chainsaw going and at 1 o'clock in the morning we were outside, cutting down a tree to free my dog. I guess the chainsaw released just enough pressure as it cut through the trunk, because Chance jumped back and freed his paw. The tree didn't have to get cut down after all. It is still intact, though the chainsaw worked itself through a bit. I really hope the tree heals. I love that paper birch.
Hubby: How am I going to explain why I'm so tired to the other guys at work?
Me: (laughing) Well, you can't say it was the baby! She's fast asleep!
Though he never leaves the property without us, I think I want to bring Chance into the house at night. Just to keep him out of trouble.
My husband must really love me. Why? Because he was fast asleep last night while I was up late doing a load of laundry (yes, I'm one of those weird people who does a load of laundry at night so the clothes are ready to get hung and dried in the morning) and washing the dishes, when I woke him up because I heard horrible yelping coming from the dog outside.
My heart sank when I heard Chance's squeals. The last time I heard him yelp and saw him wince in pain like that was when he had an altercation with a porcupine and ended up needing to go to the vet because it was so bad. Almost $400 later, he was as good as new. This time, I had a sick feeling in my stomach. You never know what you'll meet in the dark when you're in the countryside.Me: HONEY! WAKE UP! DO YOU HEAR THAT!?!?!
Hubby: (no answer)
Me: Oh my gosh! My dog! He's hurt! Go out and check what's going on!
Hubby: (still not stirring from his slumber)
Me: If anything happens to that dog, I'll... (I was going to say "be devastated"!)
Hubby: (grumble, grumble, sigh, huff)
Me: Thank you Honey! I love you!
Hubby sleepily got out of bed and threw a jacket over his boxers, donned his workboots, and headed out into the darkness. I followed with a flashlight. Afraid of what we would find and filled with anxiety, I headed toward the sound of my yelping canine baby.
When we got to him, we saw what all the noise was about. He didn't get skunked. He didn't get attacked by a porcupine. He didn't get into a fight with a coyote/coy dog. He was stuck in the tree! Well, he managed to get one of his paws wedged between two tree trunks. It was so wedged in there that he couldn't release his front leg and every time he moved, it would cause a lot of pain. I was afraid that he wouldn't let us help him, that he'd snap at us because he was in pain, that the circulation in his leg would stop, that he would try so hard to get free his leg would break, or that he would gnaw his leg off.
We tried to pry his leg free, but it was such a tight fit between the two tree trunks.
Me: How on earth did that dog get stuck there?!?!
Hubby: Probably chasing something up the tree. Maybe a coon?
Me: How are we going to get him out?
Hubby: He's got himself stuck pretty badly there.
Me: We can't just leave him there!!!
Hubby tried to free Chance's leg, but to no avail. Then he tried to take a piece of lumber that we were using to build our front deck and use it for leverage to try to pry between the tree trunks and move it enough so Chance could release his leg. Nothing was working. The dog was yelping. Good thing we don't have immediate neighbours!
Hubby: I'm going to have to get the chainsaw.
Me: What?!?!?!
Hubby: I guess the tree is going to have to come down.
Me: (big sigh of relief!) Oh, no! I love that tree. You're getting the chainsaw at 1 in the morning? Think the neighbours at the other farm will hear?
Hubby hopped into his truck and headed to my mother-in-law's farm to retrieve his chainsaw. By this time, Chance was having a panic attack. He was almost hyperventilating. I helped Hubby move the picnic table and a few other things because the tree was huge and would have fallen on them.
Brrrrrrrrrrrzzzzzzzz!! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrzzzzzzzzzz!
Hubby got his chainsaw going and at 1 o'clock in the morning we were outside, cutting down a tree to free my dog. I guess the chainsaw released just enough pressure as it cut through the trunk, because Chance jumped back and freed his paw. The tree didn't have to get cut down after all. It is still intact, though the chainsaw worked itself through a bit. I really hope the tree heals. I love that paper birch.
Hubby: How am I going to explain why I'm so tired to the other guys at work?
Me: (laughing) Well, you can't say it was the baby! She's fast asleep!
Though he never leaves the property without us, I think I want to bring Chance into the house at night. Just to keep him out of trouble.
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15 comments:
poor puppy! thank goodness all is good though!! Maybe keep him inside at night?
ACK! And here I was feeling sorry for us on Tuesday at midnight when we were cleaning up diarrhea from our floor where the dog had lost it. While that was bad, at least none of us had to get in the car, and no one was in pain. Poor Chance! He must have been so scared, thinking your husband was going to cut off his leg or something! HA!
Glad it had a happy ending, and I hope your tree heals.
You certainly can't say your life is boring!! I don't know anyone else who would have an opportunity to use a chainsaw at 1am, other than a night shift logger or something!! Glad to hear everyone is safe and sound.
Dina:
I know! :( Chance will always be my baby. The thought of anything happening to gives me knots in my stomach! Remember when I first got him and he was soooooo tiny!?! :)
Yes, I think we'll have to keep him in at night. Hubby would like him outside to "protect" the farm. LOL! Chance is a city dog and would end up getting himself in trouble.
J:
I know! :( It was horrible! At least okay. He seems fine today. He's running around and playing with rocks right now. Silly puppy!
Oh, poor Gen! Diarrhea is no fun. Cleaning up diarrhea is even worse! :( Hope Gen feels better soon. My youngest brother's cat has accidents sometimes. She's getting really old though.
I also hope our tree heals!!
WTF:
LOL! Typing "WTF" as your shorthand for your nickname makes me laugh because I think it means something else! :)
Yes, it was pretty crazy! 1AM with the chainsaw. Insane.
Life is anything but boring here! There's always some kind of craziness on the farm! LOL!
Oh! I went to the playgroup in "the town 15 min north of where you and I live". It was held in the school gym. If you ever want to go, come along with us. Once a week isn't too bad and Little One had a great time socializing. There are soooooooo many babies our girls' age! Anyway, I'll give you a call sometime soon. Haven't seen you guys since LO's baptism! xoxo
Ha. If it weren't for poor Chance being in pain, this would be hilarious. Your hubby is such a good sport! Like I said elsewhere; animals are so unpredictable.
Ellen starts what's called "Play Day" tomorrow. It's for preschoolers but is only held twice per month. She loves it. She really needs socialization skills. Not much chance here on the farm.
Glad everyone came out well.
Respect out to your husband as well !
Calfkeeper:
I know! It was pretty crazy! What a night! Poor Chance! I really hope he learns his lesson though! For a dog who is turning 7 this October, he still acts like a puppy! :)
Robert:
Thank you! Yes, respect goes out to my husband for getting out of bed in the middle of the night and trying to rescue my dog. Oh, the things we do for love, eh? LOL!
that husband of yorus is a keeper chris! to get otu of the bed in the middle of the night to saw down a tree to save yoru dog! kudos to him!love that pic of chance and the babe!
Poor puppy. Your hubby is definitely a chainsaw-welding hero. It would not be cool if he saw Chance like that and decided to go back to bed. LOL.
~ humps
HM:
I know. He's done some pretty crazy things for me! LOL! I'm very lucky to have such a great guy!
Humps:
LOL! I know! I was actually thinking that! When we unsuccessfully tried to get Chance loose and Hubby said it wasn't going to happen, I thought he was just going to leave him there!!!! I said, "We CAN'T just leave him stuck between the tree trunks!!". I have a sick feeling the dog would have panicked and gnawed his leg to free himself. Animals do some pretty crazy things when they are desperate and scared.
Thank goodness Hubby got Chance free. I was just thinking that I know Hubby loves me if he's willing to go outside at 1 AM in his boxers and get his chainsaw out to free my dog. LOL! That's what marriage is about, I guess! Doing things you never thought you'd do...just for your spouse.
Haha.....I'm gonna start callin' your hubby "Paladin"......"Have Chainsaw Will Travel"!!!!!LOL!!!
Poor Chance. I imagine, just the sound of that chainsaw made every fiber in Chances body tighten (shrink) up and he was able to free himself from his tightspot!!!!LOL!!!
Gosh, I'm so glad we can laugh about it now!!!!Lucky fella!!!!
Hmmmmmm...the things Chance will do to stay in the house from now on???!!!LOL