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Sunday evening at 7 pm. The setting sun filtered through the leaves of the trees creating warm, golden circles on the grass. I settled outside in my chair with my sock knitting in hand, classical music gently floating from my earbuds. Bees were busy in the clover. Birds were in the serenity garden using the bird baths, droplets of water flying into the air catching and reflecting the waning sun. A slow deep breath. A perfect moment sans all stress.

Suddenly we heard crashing through woods and hoof beats up the drive, wild panting. Out of the trees and undergrowth came a deer running full-out with a thoroughly exhausted hound dog chasing her. The Skipper called to the dog, who gave up the chase (hounds usually follow their quarry until they or the quarry fall with exhaustion). She had a collar and tags and was badly overheated. She also had been through streams, mud, brambles and whatnot and carried the debris all over her fur.

Yarn Rascal was abruptly moved inside the house. I got water for our guest. The first bit of business was to cool her down. The Skipper read her tags. Her name was Annie. He called the telephone number on the tag. The owner was on the smaller of the two rivers we live near, kayaking. It was going to take him about 20 minutes to get back to his car and get the gear packed, etc.

Annie was the perfect guest. After two bowls of water, she had cooled enough for us to hose her down and clean her up a bit. After her “bath” we toweled her off and her body temperature was almost back to normal. She was docile, even tempered, and well mannered, so much like my Dakota. It was clear, Annie wanted to be reunited with her owner. Since the road we are on is so hard to find, The Skipper decided to put Annie in the truck and sit at the bottom of our road so he could flag down her owner. About 30 minutes later Annie was reunited with her owner.

Annie’s demeanor and good manners reminded me of my big, beautiful baby girl, Dakota, a Lab. For many years its was the four of us: Dakota, Sport (my bichon baby boy), The Skipper and me. When Annie left, it opened a small tear in the place where I still so miss my baby girl and baby boy. Allowing my tears to fall I reminded myself to be grateful for the time I had with them and to be so grateful for the little one I have now. Yarn Rascal is my rescue baby. Not a doubt in my mind that he rescued me.

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