Ah, Shooting Stars...Or Was it Sparks?

Last night, while waiting for the lasagna to cook in the oven, Casey and I did chores and then sat on the roof of the barn and looked at the stars.  My dad taught me a few of the constellations growing up, such as Cassiopeia, Andromeda, King Cepheus, Hercules, Orion, etc.  He knows way more than I do, but space, constellations, and science have always been common interests between my dad and me.  Casey and I have been learning new constellations together, so we were looking at the sky while Sam blundered around underneath us.  And when I say blundered around, I truly mean it.  He runs around as fast as he can with absolutely no sense, no resolve, and no foresight.  All of a sudden Sam let out horrifying yelp and our attention went from an upside down Pegasus to a kerfuffle down below synchronizing with a huge flash of a spark.  “Wow!” I exclaimed.  “Did he just run into the electric fence???”  I asked Casey.   He chuckled and said, “Yeah I think so.  Sam you dummy.”  We burst out laughing.  Remi snorted and continued eating her hay, and the rooster crowed.  Everyone was laughing at Sam.  I was laughing so hard I had tears running down my face.  It was about time to go inside anyway, so we called for Sam to come, and he didn’t.  He was nowhere to be found.  Finally, we found him lying in a corner of the pasture by the barn, all curled up.  We were both worried about him by this point, but as Casey walked into the pasture, Sam came cautiously running over to him.  He was still a little leery of the fence line, but he finally came with us.  His ego recovered quickly, and he tried to snatch the eggs we had retrieved that I had left sitting on a bucket.  Fortunately, he was unsuccessful in his mission. 

This morning, I woke up to Guinness curled up under the covers huddled in a ball next to my stomach, Casey behind me, and Sam curled up next to Casey.  I got up and Casey informed me that Sam had chewed up one of my shoes in the middle of the night.  Really?, I thought to myself.  I’m running out of shoes to be chewed up!  I covered my eyes as I walked around the corner and then carefully peeked through my fingers to see who the victims were.  I’m not sure why I did this…Maybe to ease myself into this newfound tragedy?  I don’t know.  In any event, the wear and tear on the shoes was mostly my previous missteps taken in the past.  Only a few chew marks.  Phew!  They were old anyway. 

As I was getting ready, Sam came over to sulk next to me in the bathroom.  I said, “Sam, I don’t know why you are coming to me for sympathy.  Those were my shoes that you chewed up.” 

As if that drama wasn’t enough, Guinness slipped out the door, causing me to trip (okay, so it’s not that difficult to trip me, I can usually manage that myself).  I spent ten minutes catching that dirtball, slithering around in the dirt under my truck to grab the little terd.  Finally, as inhumane as it sounds, I grabbed him by his tail (it was the only thing I could grab), and carried him inside as he howled.  “I hope that hurts you little bastard.” I said, and tossed him inside.  As usual, he landed on his feet about two feet in front of me, trotted about five feet, looked back with is ears flat, tail twitching, almost like I had just accosted him.  I just looked at him and said, “Look at me! I’m covered in gravel, dirt, have scrapes all over my arms, and just bumped my head on the exhaust of my truck!  So if I pulled you out by your tail that’s precisely what you deserved you little weasel.”