So we're preparing to get Michael all set for hernia surgery on Tuesday, packing up some things and getting the extra dog food for our helper Ana to feed them, getting simple chores done. A-OK. No drama, right?
Right. So Sunday, Mike was driving home and called me on his cell to open the big garage doors for him--I said sure, and went out there, but WOODY the DOXIE escaped from the patio into the carport, which is a no-no--he's a bolter. So I unlocked the gate and then shoved the latch closed so I could grab "bad dog" and get him back into the house before Mike came in and the doors had to open.
I turned around to pick him up, but Woody had discovered a HUGE GRAY SNAKE behind a plastic garbage bag against the stone wall of the garage...HUGE. Major snake. 3 feet away from moi. I went into a sort of mild panic and backed away as Woody and the snake were going at it--Woody was doing damage but the snake was trying to bite him too, and how did I know if it was poisonous, you know?
So from the yard, I'm screaming WOODY!! COME!!....he let the snake go, but kept circling and the snake was HUGE I'm telling you...and kept striking at him...after I screamed 10 or so times, Woody came to me, and I carried him to the front of the house where I didn't have the key to get IN....but along came M in the car, and I screamed, flagged him down, waving my free arm:
"THERE'S A HUGE SNAKE IN THE GARAGE--THERE'S A HUGE SNAKE IN THE GARAGE!!"
Mike noticed I was hopping around tippy-toes on the porch so as to avoid any other possible snakes in the area (there never have been). So Mike rushed around the corner & parked, got a big stick, examined the HUGE SNAKE and put it over in an empty lot--it was dying from Woody's having taken care o' biz--poor snake, but honestly!
Mike said it was sort of a country snake, gray, and non-poisonous...it prolly came into the garage escaping from some construction a few houses down, from a once-emply lot.
So after he'd removed the intruder, Mike opened the front door for Woody and moi, and I hobbled, one shoe one, one still in the garage, into the house and Woody made a bee-line for the garden gate to see where the snake was--it was gone but he stood sentry for a long time.
Of course I was shaking and hysterical but not nearly as much as I would have been had I, rather than Corporal Woody, discovered the snake behind the bag. I was planning to move it as soon as Mike got the car into the garage, as I wanted it--a bag of old clothes--in the car trunk.
So we're calling our dear dog "Woody-Tiki-Tavi" now. I'm still seeing gray HUGE snakes everywhere, but it'll be ok. Am going to buy some "snake away" from Costco if I can find it.
Meanwhile, there's surgery to take care of, right? Never a dull mo'--------------we are actually looking forward to a night in the nice hospital. It might be quiet there.
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