Horse Pucky

Do you have a few stories that have happened in your life that are so hard to believe that if someone else told you that it happened to them you would say that it was “horse pucky”?  I imagine that we all do.  Here is one of mine:

Many years ago, I had a little white, soft, fluffy pet chinchilla.  She had a pen in a little area off of our garage where she liked to sleep, eat and take her dust baths.  One day, as I got my youngest son and his baby sister into the car to take my son to preschool, I noticed that the door to my little chin’s pen was open. We were in a rush so, I decided that I would look for her when I got home from taking my son to school.

I drove the 6.4 miles to my son’s preschool. (I just googled the distance, so I am not exaggerating) I got my son and my daughter who was in her cumbersome baby carrier out of the car and I guided my son into his classroom.  Now I am not sure if this was one of the days my son chose to take a “Flat Stanley” approach to the idea of going to school where eventually I would have to drag him into the school, with him refusing to cooperate and remaining “stiff as a board.”  It may have been a day that he happily skipped into school; I really don’t remember.  But anyway, I got him safely situated into his classroom with his bag and his lunch and then I got my daughter back safely situated into the backseat of the car, all ready for the 6.4 mile drive back home.

A couple miles from our home, I decided to stop at the drive-through window of our bank.  As I pulled into the parking lot and waited my turn, I noticed a little white spot that seemed to have leaped out from my wheel well.  It was scurrying around the parking lot.  It took me a minute, but it soon dawned on me that that little white ball of fur was my pet chinchilla.  I ran into the parking lot, and miraculously, as scared as she must have been, she allowed me to pick her up and cuddle her.  Now her fur definitely looked more “dalmatian” at that point due to the black grease spots that were now adorning her, but she wasn’t hurt and she lived for many years after that incident.

True story.  No horse pucky.