So, it is consistently the case that the sound of packing tape going on shipping boxes strikes terror in my dogs heart. I don't know what that sound seems like to a blind animal but she is inconsolable and stands between my legs shaking and whining the entire time. This made Christmas shipping a little stressful but that is why God created rum for eggnog. Not that I had any eggnog but the rum would have come in handy.
Fast forward to today and the terror renewed while I prepared a care package for my sister.
Oh, if it had only been so simple.
On our walk, just before the packing began, I spotted a male cardinal sitting at the edge of our driveway. Kind of hard to miss neon red on brown leaves.
So I took Penny in and went to check out his situation. He didn't have any outward injury that I could see but let me pick him up so I brought him in to at least give him a safe place to try to recover if he can. He's been here for three hours and while he still alternates between panting and having his head drift down to the bottom of the box I have him in and trying to sit upright, he has been gaining strength and a squeaky protesting voice.
Want to drive a blind chow crazy?
So, I'm listening to classical music while she settles down with my cardinal friend tucked away in my office for now where I hope he continues to make gains unmolested by anyone, including me. He did manage a very good bite on my finger so I have hope but then he conked out with his beak still attached to me. He perked up when I dislodged myself from his bite.
This daily 'yoga' commitment is taking on some very interesting aspects, I have to admit it.
Send a thought for recovery to this little red fellow.