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Two Dogs, One Heart

Two Dogs, One Heart
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Mayday came home a week ago. Her fever was gone and she was basically ready to return to her life. There had been no ready explanation for her illness and no real explanation for her recovery, other than the antibiotics she received and the “magic” chicken and rice concoction I took to her up at the animal hospital in Vermont.

I went to get her last Sunday. The hospital was closed but Andrea was there to let me in. The waiting room was quiet, no anxious dogs on leads or cats in carriers, making themselves heard. Mayday was in the back, curled in sleep. When she heard my voice, she lifted her head sharply and seemed to break out in a smile. I took her in my arms. She was so light compared with her usual weight.

Andrea gave me a packet of oral antibiotics that would last Mayday another week and told me to keep feeding her the special chicken mix, gradually mixing in her usual food until she was back to normal.

I put her on the leash and walked her to the car, past the paddock with Andrea’s donkeys. One of them stopped in his tracks and brayed, that funny breathless call that sounds like a bagpipe warming up.

When we reached the car, an Amtrak passenger train went thundering by on the tracks behind the house, blowing its horn mightily. There is only one such train that goes through Westminster so I knew they were headed for New York City. This seemed auspicious, Mayday returning home with these two clarions as signs of life. She settled into the back seat, which is her riding preference, and we headed for home.

I was apprehensive about her health, of course, but further I was worried about reintroducing her into the house, now that Harriet had had a whole week as an Only Dog. She had taken to it quite well and I was afraid that would only intensify their rivalry.

When we neared the house, Mayday sat up and yipped, happy to see the familiar sight of home. I decided for the first day, at least, I would keep her in a separate room with the door closed, just to get her back into her routine and let her feel safe. So I carried her inside to my bedroom and sat with her for a while.

She was just like anyone who’s spent time in hospital. Shaky on her feet, very very thin, and, if possible, even pale. She likes to lie on the bed facing out the window, looking toward the field where there is sometimes deer or turkeys to be viewed. And barked at. She lay down, facing the field, and gave a big sigh. Her happiness was palpable.

Harriet, meanwhile, was tied up outside, wondering what was going on. I brought her in and played ball with her, which kept her occupied. This was fine for a while but I had guests who came soon after. I got a little distracted and apparently left the door to my room open. Sometime later that evening, from the kitchen, I heard the sounds of two dogs playing. I held my breath and snuck toward the bedroom. When I got there, the two of them were lying on the bed together, regarding me curiously. An hour later, they were asleep side by side.

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6 Responses to Two Dogs, One Heart

  1. K Lech June 29, 2009 at 11:31 am #

    Your little dogs are so sweet! I’m glad Mayday is feeling better and that she is warming to Harriet!

  2. patricia zegarelli June 29, 2009 at 2:21 pm #

    So happy to hear that Mayday is back to herself. May your little family enjoy much happiness.

  3. S. D. Santaniello June 29, 2009 at 7:36 pm #

    Welcome home Mayday! I had a cat once, Sasha, who had me a to herself for years and when I introduced a new kitten, Erin Murphy she was not at all pleased. One night she was chased off the bed by the bouncy new kitten, her response was a growl of indignation and pronounced (however fake) limp. Eventually they became friends but not without a lot of indignation by Sasha. Glad that all is well now for the three of you.

  4. Janet Peterssen July 1, 2009 at 9:12 am #

    Boy do you ever have a classic case of mothers guilt, whether it is bringing home a new baby or a new puppy the feelings are the SAME!!!! In the end, it is just another bigger, happy family as you are seeing first hand. I am a big fan of your writings – it is certainly the first thing I read when I receive Yankee magazine – you are very talented!!! Have fun with your growing family.

  5. nancy kelly July 1, 2009 at 10:08 am #

    Edie, just logged on to your blog for the firsst time, I love it…..as I loved your books.

  6. annie Gloss July 28, 2009 at 3:36 pm #

    i am sooooooo glad to read this. had no idea mayday was sick and am very happy she is well now. they are adorable, edie! looks like mayday now has the friend who will help her navigate older age – a true blessing when the time comes. hugs to all.

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