During the month of April, the fun just kept on coming. Niki Moore, Ray's Number One British Fan, came to spend some quality time with her second favorite blind dog and her second-favorite-blind-dog's-owner.
Taking some time off from tending her own dogs (blind Conor, deaf Twiggy, one-eyed Izzy, wheelchair Rocky, and gargantuan puppy Hooch), cats (Dora, Phoebe, Wilf, and Millie), chickens (Rosie, Lady Mary, Edith, and Sybil), spouse (Jez), and boys (Jamie and Dan), Nik arrived just in time for a plumbing disaster at our house.
|Rocky, Twiggy, Izzy, Conor and Jez (the human)|
|Gargantuan puppy, Hooch|
"Hey, Gregg," I yelled to my husband, "Have you noticed these spots before?"
Gregg and Niki came to investigate.
"I haven't noticed them before," said Gregg, "They must not have been there for very long. I think we would have seen them."
Niki reached up to point at a slight bulge in the paint next to one of the brown spots.
"This looks like a bubble," she said cheerily.
"Well, there's nothing we can do tonight," I said as I went back to preparing dinner, "I'll call a plumber in the morning."
That night, before going to bed, I put towels on the floor under the effected area. (I dismissed the thought of putting out buckets which can be a bit of a boobytrap for a blind dog.) Thankfully, the next morning, the towels were dry. However, the brown spots on the ceiling were now the size of dinner plates. I called the plumber.
|"It's a pinhole leak in the pipe," said the plumber, |
"Unfortunately the pipes are above the ductwork."
Undeterred and unfazed by the events unfolding inside the house, Niki and I went about the business of having fun. We went to buy a new car.
|Nik, modeling my new car.|
|Is it just me or is it getting hot?|
|Oh, Aunt Niki, I'm so glad you're here.|
|Hey Ray, listen to this. |
There once were two cats from Kilkenny,
Each thought there was one cat too many,
So they fought and they fit,
And they scratched and they bit,...
|...Till, excepting their nails|
And the tips of their tails,
Instead of two cats there weren't any!
|You just gotta love a good limerick.|
|How 'bout a snuggle|
|Now, how 'bout a little sugah.|
|Oh Ray, Conor would be jealous.|
We hunted flies…
|Ray, I'm pretty sure I saw it go down here.|
and made dog-collars for Nik's pack.
On the day before Niki left, Ray was depressed. Nik did her best to cheer him up by hanging out with him on the stairs.
|She's leaving me isn't she.|
But Aunt Nik's leaving left a big hole in the blind dog's heart.