Kind Of Strange

2 Feb
The villain of the peace

The villain of the peace

Have Toby, Will Travel

Besotted, bewildered, bawling woman is reunited with her unrepentant pooch. He is absolutely fine apart from being a lot scared and a little breathless.  She is still crying, but now in relief.

Have you ever wanted to be a heroine from one of your favourite books?  I always saw myself as Jane Eyre: pragmatic, stoic, capable.  Imagine my shock when I realised I am actually Twilight‘s Bella Swan, the girl who never stops crying.

White Van Man offered me a lift but we were five minutes from home as the crow flies (fifteen minutes as the drip walks), so I refused his kind offer.  White Van Woman, however – who could have been Jane Eyre because she didn’t take any nonsense – insisted on driving Toby and me home.  Her name is Christine and she didn’t mind the interruptions as I talked over her yet again (it seems my manners disappear in emergencies).  I first phoned Pam with the good news and then took a call – to my great surprise – from the Hub, who seemed to know all about our adventure.

Christine dropped me and an excited Toby – I’m in a car!  I can see out of the window!  Why isn’t it open so I can surf? – at home and I opened the door and fell, sobbing, into the Hub’s reassuring arms.

Right knee, battered and bruised

Right knee, battered and bruised

I love coincidences.  Do you?  How’s this for a coincidence?  I had left the Hub asleep in bed when we went out for our walk. About twenty minutes later he was woken by a nice woman named Doreen, who asked if he had two small dogs and if so, his wife had collapsed at the Pyramid roundabout.

Turns out that Doreen used to live just up the road from us and Doreen’s daughter had been in the traffic and seen Toby running through the cars and what she thought was me collapsing (I went down fast, hard and face-first). Luckily, she recognised me even though we have never met – worryingly, from the back (or, more accurately, from the bottom up); I hope it is mostly because she knows the dogs.

Doreen’s daughter phoned her Mum and asked her to drive to our house to tell the Hub what had happened.  I found all of this out later when she returned to check on us.  Doreen even posted a message on Facebook about a lost Yorkie.  I am so grateful.  What kind and thoughtful people.

Left knee, ditto.  Also elbow and thigh, but the pictures are not of this same high quality

Left knee, ditto. Also elbow and thigh, but the pictures are not of this same high quality

The Hub, half asleep and scrambling for socks, decided to look for Toby. He didn’t know about all of the people helping me but he did know I was with Pam and therefore not alone.  He also knew that I would climb out of the hospital bed it was possible I might be in and kill him if he came to see me before finding my dog.  

The Hub could be Jane Eyre as well.  Everyone could except for Miss Sobsalot here.

Pam arrived then with Molly, and we all exchanged stories in the kitchen, while the Hub made tea to aid our recovery.  I’m pretty sure that at one point I said, ‘Excuse me,’ to Pam, and dropped my trousers.  I wanted to show my wounds to the Hub.

The Hub disinfected my knees and elbow (I only discovered the scrape on my left thigh later on) and fed me paracetamol and ibuprofen, because my left arm from hand to shoulder was extremely sore.  He only became concerned when I couldn’t eat a biscuit: he has never known me turn down food in thirty years, come childbirth or illness, apart from one nasty, four-day bout of gastroenteritis.

A day on the couch, a hearty lunch (including the rejected biscuit), some strong painkillers, wonder that the whole incident had lasted no more than twenty minutes (it seemed like three days; it must seem so to you, as well) and reflections on the immense kindness of strangers, and I was soon back to my normal self.  

Which is just as well, because Toby wants a walk…

33 Responses to “Kind Of Strange”

  1. slpmartin February 2, 2014 at 16:30 #

    With all the bad news in the world…your adventure with strangers was quite refreshing…thanks for sharing it.


  2. misswhiplash February 2, 2014 at 16:34 #

    Oh my goodness , steer clear of huskie type dogs..huskiy men is ok but not the dogs. Hopeyou kept dear little Toby on his lead…..don, t worry about the tears and sobs..we all do it because we love our animals, and we all love you


  3. granny1947 February 2, 2014 at 16:48 #

    I can so relate to your tears…I would be distraught if Jasmine disappeared.
    So glad all ended well if a bit battle scarred.


  4. Elaine - I used to be indecisive February 2, 2014 at 16:49 #

    Ouch, those knees look sore. 😦
    Isn’t it lovely to know that there are still some lovely, kind people in the world. Actually, there are probably loads of them, it’s just that the news tends to feature the not-so-nice ones. I hope Toby has learned a lesson from this – naughty boy.


  5. judyt54 February 2, 2014 at 17:10 #

    I suspect even Ayn Rand or Jane Eyre would have been in tears, carrying all that stuff in a backpack of guilt and doglove and flashforwards. Hell Im still sobbing a bit, and I dont even know Toby,

    Skinning the major surfaces of your anatomy could not have helped either.

    And Toby by now has probably brushed it off as just another Exciting Adventure, while the rest of us replay it in our hearts…


  6. jmgoyder February 2, 2014 at 17:15 #

    Bloody hell!


  7. Mike Patrick February 2, 2014 at 17:19 #


    After reading your k-9 misadventure, and enjoying your wit as the world crumbled, I noticed WordPress had inserted an advertizement at the bottom of your page. It was for StubHub. I do not know if these ads are international or targeted, but here in the States, StubHub is an online location to buy and sell tickets to sporting events (odd that it should show up on Super Bowl Sunday). After following your blog for a couple of years, I feel I have come to know your Hub; I know that he is often not the tallest man in the room. If everyone reading your blog saw the same ad that I did, I fear that they will give him a new nickname.



  8. letstalkaboutfamily February 2, 2014 at 17:24 #

    I am glad it all worked out and that you and your dogs made it home safely with only minor damages. Events like this seem to bring out the best qualities in people and I am glad for that too. And third, I am glad to have your blog back as I missed you 😃


  9. Janet Williams February 2, 2014 at 17:33 #

    Happy New Year Tilly! I shouldn’t say I have ‘enjoyed’ your drama, but I’m really glad about the happy ending, and have enjoyed the way you described the 3-part episodes. I love Stockport and its people, and I’m not surprised how the whole Stockport would stop for you and Toby. Hope you all relax and enjoy the happy reunion. Hope your injuries don’t leave any scars on your beautiful skin. Take care and rest well!


  10. February 2, 2014 at 17:59 #

    You have managed to make it last three days on here! Glad you’re sufficiently recovered to tell us all about it. Make sure Toby’s lead is fixed to something secure!


  11. viveka February 2, 2014 at 18:43 #

    LInda, my goodness – it could have cost you … and Toby, but he had his life’s adventure -and I can’t blame him. A chance in a life time … to run wild. So happy that everything had a happy ending, even if you have some sore remembrance. And you still have your fantastic good sense of humor.


  12. Grannymar February 2, 2014 at 19:12 #

    Those ‘war wounds’ should entitle you to extra pampering and a few cases of Maltesers!


  13. Pseu February 2, 2014 at 19:16 #


  14. Tom Merriman February 2, 2014 at 21:58 #

    Ouch, Tilly!
    I’ve enjoyed reading your escapades over the last three days, dramatic and humorous, and all things turned out good in the end. I hope your wounds are healing nicely.
    One thing I’m impressed with is the good people who stopped to help – society tend to get slated in the news and it is heartwarming to hear of the good side.
    Oh… and welcome back!


  15. laurieanichols February 3, 2014 at 00:49 #

    My poor Tilly, I have to say that the Hub is so adorable being your nursemaid and without missing a beat, feeding you ibuprofen and disinfecting your wounds. I am so happy that you didn’t break anything. Toby and Molly are the luckiest little dogs in the world. You have a great community full of friends and kind strangers. You never know how your reaction will be until it happens. 🙂


  16. Rorybore February 3, 2014 at 03:51 #

    Ouch! Glad the hubby is there to take care of you.
    your account sounds very much like life in a small town; where if you run out of gas on the highway outside of town, by the time you walk back to town; the whole town knows you ran out of gas. Mind you since it is a small rural town, and thus things move kind of slow, you can walk back to town before anyone has formed a plan on who should come get you, should get the gas, and you will run through the coffee drive thru.
    It’s the thought that counts, right?


  17. February 3, 2014 at 05:03 #

    So nice to see you here!


  18. Janie Jones February 3, 2014 at 12:33 #

    Oh my gosh! I’m so glad I read these all this morning so I could get the whole story at once, I’d have perished with worry and anticipation if I had to wait for each installment.

    I am so glad you, Toby, Molly, Pam, The Hub, everyone involved is okay!

    I can’t help but wonder though if you didn’t invent the whole story for your welcome back to the blogosphere post…

    Seriously glad you are back and safe and sound.


    • The Laughing Housewife February 3, 2014 at 12:58 #

      I understand your doubts but I’m an ‘onest blogger me, right?


      • Janie Jones February 3, 2014 at 14:34 #

        I humbly apologize, for you may have once been called a gleeking, pottle-deep moldwarp, but I’ve never known you to be called dishonest.


  19. colonialist February 3, 2014 at 14:36 #

    For future walks, attach an anchor cable to Toby and carry a foolproof Large Dog Repellant. For that, a Siamese cat of mean disposition would do.


  20. bevchen February 3, 2014 at 20:55 #

    Ouch, those knees look so sore!

    I suspect I would have spent the entire time sobbing as well. Then sobbed for the rest of the day every time I remembered it.


  21. benzeknees February 4, 2014 at 00:00 #

    Get Toby a treadmill for the time being!


  22. siggiofmaine February 8, 2014 at 01:51 #

    Sending cyber grandma kisses for your wounds…my grandmother felt that kisses would heal of the wounds (before we found a husband or wife if a boy)…and I feel that kisses have a magical power to this day (tho I thought it a quite strange thing to say).

    I am “Hard Hearted Hannah” for many things but I would have reacted just as you.

    Peace and love,


    • The Laughing Housewife February 8, 2014 at 09:05 #

      Bless you! Your grandmother was right – it has been scientifically proven that mother’s kisses have healing properties. I’m sure it applies to grandmothers and beloved blogging friends as well 🙂


  23. Perfecting Motherhood February 16, 2014 at 04:38 #

    I followed your ordeal via Facebook but realized I never stopped by to comment. Glad to hear all was well in the end, but that sure was a scary adventure, hopefully not to be repeated ever again.


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