I love so many things--chewie toys, tummy rubs, turkey slices, running in the grass, chasing geese, filet mignon cooked rare and sliced thin--but friends, I must confess, there is one thing that I absolutely HATE.
Wind.
It scares the heck out of me. I especially hate those random gusts that come out of nowhere and rustle the leaves and make the trees sway and cause buildings to make those awful whistling, creaking noises.
So imagine my horror when I read the story of Tinkerbell, a 6lb chihuahua from Michigan who was swept away in a tremendous gust of wind. She was guarding her humans' home--a trailer--when a 70mpg wind picked her up and carried her away. How terrifying!
Her humans were, understandably, quite upset. They searched everywhere for her, and eventually consulted with a psychic who told them exactly where to look. Tinkerbell was found in a field about a mile away from her home: scared, dirty, but thrilled to be reunited with her family again.

This story has a happy ending, but it still sends shivers down my fur.
The next time we're out walking, and a gust of wind comes, and Mom says, "Relax, Scooter, it's just the wind" I'm going to remind her of this story. I know I weigh a lot more than Tinkerbell does, but a dog just can't be too careful.
Wind. Grrrrrr.....

