By Laura Conley
I passed out on the bedroom floor near the doorway from being super ill. I awoke hearing my dog, Hunter, whimpering over and around me. I couldn’t raise my head, which was face down on the blanket I was wrapped in, dampened from breaking my umpteenth fever.
With all the voice I could muster I called out, “Ray! Can you let Hunter out?”
His reply, “I just let her back in!”
So I realized her cries were the Lassie come rescue type. She worried about my positioning on the floor, facedown and barely breathing. I raised my hand and patted her on the head, assuring her I was still alive. With my face still on the floor, I raised my hand to feel some strange thing by her mouth. In my dazed and confusion I didn’t think much of it.
Maybe the kids did something funny to her collar and something was dangling from it.
That’s been known to happen.
Maybe her collar frayed.
I felt it again.
I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet that morning.
Hunter continued to make weird noises and prance around my head. Ray walked toward the bedroom and yelled, “Ohhhhh! Hunter has a full chicken leg in her mouth!”
Ray says Hunter was performing Chicken VooDoo over me.
I am too tired and ill to even be grossed out.
Laura is a friend of mine and she agreed to be a guest on The Domestic Fringe. She’s full of funny stories, but she’s got her hands full with a husband, three energetic and creative children, and a multitude of pets. She doesn’t have time to blog herself, but she’s always welcome to share her funnies here.