from FoxNews.com
Hero Chihuahua Saves Toddler From Rattlesnake
Sunday, July 22, 2007
MASONVILLE, Colo. — Zoey is a Chihuahua, but when a rattlesnake lunged at her owners' 1-year-old grandson, she was a real bulldog.
Booker West was splashing his hands in a birdbath in his grandparents' northern Colorado back yard when . . .
No, I didn't fall off the edge of the planet, although some Benadryl I took during my absence made me feel like I was standing very close.
The little love tap I received from a sting ray Mother's Day weekend eventually grew to a throbbing, pulsating infection, landing me in squarely in the emergency room for healthy does of IV super antibiotic, to which I had allergic reaction, which led to a dose of IV Benadryl, which made me, well uhm, what's the polite term, hmmm, LOO-OO-OOPY, with a capital OOOOOO. After recovering from the insanity, or at least leveling out to my more usual level of insanity, and spending several days with my foot in the air (I so should have worked this for more.), I recovered.
So what's my excuse for no blogging? Well, it began there and grew. The twins, they began sleeping in shifts. One doesn't endorse daylight savings. The other embraces it with glee. Visitors came in May, June and July, and I had the crazy idea I should unpack the boxes (at least more of them) from our move a year ago before our company arrived.
Then I, overambitious twin mom that I am, executed a decidedly brilliant plan to take my two two-year-olds, with two strollers and two car seats, on a plane, cross-country, to a family reunion, in hothouse humid, 90+ degree, mosquito-infested climes, where the towns have no stoplights AND NO STARBUCKS. Yes, that's right. No stoplights AND NO STARBUCKS. Call me a big city sissy. It's true.
When I finally arrived home and allowed myself a few moments of sanity saving web browsing at CoolMomPicks.com (one of my faves), I found this most appropriate Mama Merit Badge, which I think I totally deserve times two:
