I went to have my nails done a week ago yesterday. Pretty normal thing for me to do. While waiting for Vickie to finish up on the lady before me, another young woman sat down next to me and began talking. She introduced herself as Linh and asked my name. She is a new employee there, so I assume she was just getting to know the customers. Come to find out she was one of the "Boat People" brought to the U.S. between 1975 and 1997, and she and her family, plus a young girl Linh's father rescued from another boat were taken to a camp in Pennsylvania to await a sponsor. This seemed weird for two reasons: 1. I was born in PA, and 2. Vietnam is a nation with hot temperatures. They had no warm clothing. I cannot imagine what they must have gone through, while awaiting a sponsor. Anyway, we laughed about that and continued talking. When Vickie came to the area, Linh disappeared.
Vickie proceeded to do my nails, and she did an awesome job, as always. I came home and let our 'new' dog out. Sandy is a mixed breed, with a big part being Great Pyrenees that we adopted after we fostered her through her heart worm treatments. She is a beautiful dog, but really on the stubborn side. I opened the door and let her out into the back yard. Little did I know she wanted to head to our neighbor's yard on the other side of our very tall boarded fence. Before I went out she broke out a small section and went into their yard! This was her second time to do this! Bob got into the truck and went looking for her on the other street, while I called and begged her to come back. I was finally able to slide one of the boards over and and see her being nosey and checking things out in the other yard. I called and called, but she just kept looking around, sticking her nose into everything. I came into the house to find some lunchmeat to coax her home. She came up to get it, and backed off so I could not reach her. I came back into the house and got more lunchmeat. Praying and nearly crying I headed back out to try one more time. On the way out, I tripped on a rock circling the grave of my precious pit-bull and down I went, chipping a nail on the way down. NOT MY NAILS! I also hurt the base of thumb and my side, but just bruised. I left the meat on the board and came in to call Bob, but his phone was on the table! WAHH At that time, Bob came through the front door, and Sandy walked through that tiny space and walked to the door. He could not find the house behind us, and evidently Sandy wasn't too impressed with the neighbor's yard.
I sent Vickie a text to see whether or not she would have time Saturday to fix the chip. When I told her what had happened, she thought it was funny. Not me! When I went in on Saturday, I was sat in a chair a few chairs from Vickie as she was working on another customer. This time another customer sat next to me and started up a conversation. When I told her why I was there, she asked what had happened. I told her the tale of the great escape and showed her a picture of the culprit. " Oh, she is Great Pyrenees," she exclaimed. "They love to wander." Just exactly what I had wanted to hear! Sandy does not go out alone!
Sandy is getting better, but she still has a person with her each time she goes out. She is becoming a special member of our family...
