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| This is not Otis. This is Joyce:) |
Yesterday I went to her home for the first time (I thought) to pick Joyce up to take her to the senior center for lunch.
Has anyone noticed that I talk about going to "the senior center" like I'm a visitor there? I am a member:) Hello, my name is Annie and I am a senior citizen.
Anyway, lo and behold, I had been to her home before. Ron and I had been there together. We had been there in 2006 when we first moved to this area and from that day forth, every time we drove by their home we would repeat these words, "Oh no Otis!".
When Joyce got in the car, to make sure she had lived there at the time of the incident, I asked, "Did you ever have a dog named Otis?" Yes they did. And the incident was related and remembered and she had her husband come out and we all recalled the story together and laughed and laughed about a time gone by that they certainly had never forgotten. After all they had the clean up job. Later that day Joyce actually took me to the grave of Otis who died in 2011.
(click the link "Oh no Otis" above to read my blog post in 2006)
Great story that was and I've noticed when several people start yelling at a dog, nothing good can come of it.
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ReplyDeleteYou are right about that! Ron and I had escaped in time but Joyce and her husband assured me we were lucky to have gotten away when we did. It was as bad as we imagined when Otis began to shake.
I love that when you met her, you thought she was crazy! Lmao!
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you are getting out and meeting new friends and what a wonderful coincidence.
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ReplyDeleteNo, no, I didn't think Joyce was the crazy lady. That was the house I went to before we met Otis. lol
Changes in the wind
Yes, I am finally getting acquainted in our community and meeting some nice folks. That was a delightful coincidence and Ron would have loved it.
How nice to have such a good friend. It was nice of you to pick her up in your car.
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ReplyDeleteActually I picked her up in my truck:) I could have even picked her up in my tractor...just kidding:)
Good for you that you are getting out.
ReplyDeletePoor Otis ! Bless his soul.
A fun coincidence and a great way to start a friendship with a shared memory.
ReplyDeleteJoyce looks like a load of fun. I'm glad you are making new friends. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you are getting out and having fun - and meeting people.
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ReplyDeleteI guess Otis was a good old dog to deserve a special resting place. Wish I had taken a picture of his nice grave stone.
Jeanie
It did make us feel like longtime friends to have such a memory in common. They certainly remembered the day.
LL Cool Joe
She also had a little gift for me. A chicken vase filled with artificial flowers. It was to threaten my chickens with that they could be replaced if they didn't start laying eggs soon. lol
Chatty Crone
Thanks. It is nice.
Sweet story and that Joyce does look like a hoot. I'm glad you reconnected and visit the senior center together. One day when you get old, I hope the young folks stop by there and visit YOU! :)
ReplyDeleteOh no, Otis! :) That is so funny! And dogs really can't help themselves...and they certainly can't help "sharing" the delights they find. :)
ReplyDeleteMaking new friends is awesome and having that funny shared experience makes a great foundation. :)
it is always good to be out and about - the more friends, the better! Animals are long remembered as focal points of life long after their passing, i think they guide our way sometimes or at the very least keep us in check.
ReplyDeleteHiya Annie...thanks for sharing and sorry it has been a while since I blog and visited....was away for two weeks and things just got settled down.
ReplyDeleteWill update soon :D
I am glad that is her Halloween costume! I was half expecting you to write some explanation about why Joyce looked like she had been rolling around in the mud...
ReplyDeleteOh no, indeed! That's a cute story, considering that I didn't have to be anywhere near the poopy dog to enjoy it. :-)
ReplyDeleteJoyce sounds like a hoot. Otis sounds like our Doberman, Maxine.
ReplyDeleteA new friend- great.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a sweet story about a once not quite so sweet smelling Otis. Joyce sounds like a fun friend to have.
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