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The Great Strawberry Scare

The morning was going relatively smoothly. The toddler, who now tries to “help” feed the corgis, had not tried to eat any dog food this morning. She had also refrained from playing “witch’s cauldron” with the corgis’ water.

The corgis had not gone off chasing early-morning deer, nor was the neighbor’s half-corgi out to start a barking war at 6 a.m. And Leia had even refrained from rolling in the tempting scent of whatever was using the space under the pine tree as a pooping ground.

I’d even packed my lunch, full of freshly-cut fruit and vegetables. I filled my water bottle and glanced at the clock. It was only 6:39.

All in all, a good morning!

I still had time for—could it be?—breakfast! I set the toddler down at her play kitchen. She seemed content drinking her milk while dancing to the alphabet song that plays each and every time she presses the stove button.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G…

A, B, C, D….

A, B, C…

The song rang aloud as in my head as I sang to myself about the possibilities of breakfast.

A, B, C, D….

A bagel, banana, perhaps a yogurt?

A, B, C, E, F, G, H, I….

A breakfast sandwich in the freezer… Or, dare I sit down to a bowl of cereal?…

The possibilities seemed as endless as the repetition of the alphabet song.

I glanced in the pantry and noticed Yoda watching me shyly from the living room. He usually sleeps on the kitchen rug near the kitchen sink. Why was he cowering in the living room? I looked at Leia, normally the source of his terror. But she wasn’t being her normal menacing self. In fact, she seemed to be cowering, too. A moment more of extended eye contact, and she whined, then backed up a few paces toward Yoda.

Something was going on.

Thoughts of breakfast faded and I grabbed the toddler to examine the living room.

And there it was.

Three bright red streaks on the beige carpet.

Blood.

I first checked the toddler. No blood. Of course not. I would have noticed.

But this was a lot of blood. Wouldn’t I have noticed if one of the corgis was bleeding that much?

“Corgis, outside now!” I urged. Something in my voice made them move especially efficiently. I shoed them out onto the deck and shut the glass door, glancing for traces of blood.

Earlier in the season, I’d discovered something had tunneled underneath our patio. And the night before, there had been a huge opossum hiding behind our grill. (I mean huge: larger than Leia, it seemed. We’re talking Rodents-of-Unusual-Size-from-The-Princess-Bride-huge). I didn’t know much about opossums, but I wondered: would they attack if provoked? And how was it that all morning I didn’t notice an injury on either corgi capable of producing that much blood?

Or another option: had Leia caught another mouse? She is more persistent, if not clumsier, than a cat, and has caught her share of mice. Could that red streak be… I shivered at the possibility, especially imagining what might happen if the toddler got her hands on a mouse corpse.

Since the corgis seemed content outside, I hurried to clean up the blood, before the stain had a chance to set. While I cleaned, I let my mind work. Did I have time to run the injured corgi to the vet before work? Should I collect a sample of the blood?

As I cleaned, I noticed that the stain came right up—not typical of blood-on-carpet-experiences of the past. It also smelled kind of fruity. My sleepy mind meandered around logic. Could it be diarrhea? Maybe one of the corgis had some bathroom issues and then wiped themselves on the carpet after coming in…

I wrapped the toddler in a blanket and went outside to investigate. The corgis were still sitting on the deck (looking at me rather strangely), and their piles of poop were as normal as ever there in the back yard.

I came inside and gave them an extra treat, an attempt to convince them I wasn’t losing it. I then called my husband. The night before, he’d run our automatic vacuum robot, and I wondered if maybe the vacuum had dragged something red across the carpet.

Crisis averted: Yoda relaxes with a rawhide after “the great strawberry scare of 2017.”

“Hey, what’s red and squishy and may have left a streak on the carpet?” I asked.

I could hear his eyebrow raise.

“I don’t think it’s blood,” I added.

He sighed. “Weren’t you cutting up strawberries this morning?”

“Right! Thanks!” I ended the conversation, relieved. Of course I’d been cutting up strawberries, and I’d given a little slice to each of the corgis. Leia, as usual, devoured hers immediately. But Yoda does this thing.

Whenever anyone gives Yoda a treat, whether it’s a bit of meat, a piece of fruit or vegetable, or a cookie or rawhide, he trots off with it, his paws clicking on the kitchen floor as he prances away with his treasure. He drops the delight in front of the two stairs that form a landing in the living room. I remember when we moved into the house, the literal first thing Yoda did was run into the living room and rub his back against those two stairs. Since that first day, the side of the bottom stair has been crusted with dog hair: it’s his altar and his friend, his favorite square foot of the house.

He repeats the motion anytime he gets food, only instead of rubbing his back against the stair, he places the food in front of the stair and rubs his back and neck on the food.

“Yoda,” I called. Yoda approached, hesitantly.

“Roll over.”

He obeyed my command, and I looked carefully in the black fur of his tricolored coat. Sure enough, there at the neck, was a tiny speck of sweet-smelling strawberry juice, evidence of his early morning adventure with a strawberry treat and reassurance to his frazzled corgi-mom that all was indeed right with the world.

At least for the rest of the morning.

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Corgi Capers featured on Lu and Bean Read

corgi capers copy2As an English teacher, an avid reader, and a new mom, I was thrilled to discover a podcast run by two young girls named Lu and Bean–and their very organized mother. Each week, the girls talk about a book or books that they have read or are reading. Some of their shows even have excerpts from the authors reading the works.

I am honored that they featured me on one of their episodes. You can listen to or download the podcast here. (If you’re new to podcasts, you don’t need any special software to listen; a simple web brower will do).

by Marji Cooper

Illustration of Adam and Zeph by Marji Cooper

In the podcast, I share two of my favorite chapters from Corgi Capers book 1: Deceit on Dorset Drive. If you haven’t read the Corgi Capers series yet, you can find the books in paperback, or the ebook edition is only $2.99 by visiting the Amazon links below:

Corgi Capers book 1: Deceit on Dorset Drive

Corgi Capers book 2: The Sorceress of Stoney Brook

Corgi Capers book 3: Fire Halls and Curtain Calls

 

Sneak Peak and Interview

I’ve been interviewed by fellow writer Chastity Bush. You can read the interview, including a sneak preview of the soon-to-be-released Corgi Capers, here:

http://chastitybush.blogspot.com/2012_01_04_archive.html

I hope you enjoy the interview. Feel free to leave a comment on Chastity’s blog.

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