blogging – Page 10 – Linda Nelson

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You could call it a typical spring day but what is normal anyway? For me, I believe there is no such thing as normal not with all the crazy things that have been happening to me since I woke up to find myself in that casket. I’m sure they almost buried me alive. I’m not sure who was freaked out more, me or those who were sitting about at the funeral home when I sat up and looked around. My voice sounding like a squeak as the words couldn’t work their way from my throat.

Then to hear Aunt Cara tell everyone ten reasons why I should have died sooner just appalled me. I never knew she thought of me that way. I don’t remember that time being mentioned when I pushed my cousin Gail into the pool. She claimed I did it maliciously. But what about that time that Gail rammed her bike into mine? She never was reprimanded for that incident. Come to think of it, maybe Aunt Cara never liked me.

Now she must really hate me after what I did to her that day when I sat up in the coffin. The day I ripped open her throat and drank all her blood.

It sucks being a vampire.

My friend, companion, and child is a 3-year-old Jack Russell mix. I couldn’t ask for a better pup. Affectionate, playful, loyal, and super protective. She has a love-hate relationship with cats. She only loves them to death if they are her pet. The problem lies with those cats who feel they have the run of the neighborhood. In her rule book, cats belong indoors only.

Then there are the squirrels. Those pesky critters antagonize Keelaa. She has their number and knows the trees. Once she raced a squirrel to a tree arriving first only to turn around to meet the creature. The squirrel let out a squeak and raced away in another direction.

She is a chicken herder even though the birds are the same size as her. When it is time for them to go back to the pen, she has a knack for putting them away by pushing them with her nose.

Night or day, she is a guardian of the road and driveway keeping a sentinel watch over who comes and goes. She will bark until they have gone away, but she will bark with a toy in her mouth. Every night when my son comes home, Keelaa is there waiting for his arrival with something to hold in her mouth as though she can’t stand the anticipation of his arrival.

Cellphones puzzle Keelaa. She always wants to know who you are talking to. No one is allowed to invite a stranger without her approval. So who are you talking to and where are they? This home is by dog invitation only.

I love her though, she is a (bark).