Over the past week, he has come back with all his bouncing glory of last summer!
With Lowell’s surgery on his arm and the 30 staples he has added to his wardrobe, I’ve had the opportunity to run the mail route this week. Doctor said not to bend it excessively so that the wound can heal properly. And doing mail requires alot of elbow bending.
So we’ve been splitting it up this week – Lowell would case(sort) the mail at 7:15 am and I would deliver it, or vice versa. It’s worked pretty good! Especially when I come home to supper being made.
However, Tigger has had to learn a few lessons in lady drivers.
I’ve tried to be nice to him . . . truly I have. But he bounces all over the place, especially when you’re driving through muddy ruts six inches deep.
He did get a good bath. Albeit a little bit muddy. One day when it was snowing and raining, I hit puddles so deep that the spray completely covered him. And I was left waiting for the wipers to do their thing so I could see if I still remained on the road or not.
Tigger has had a naughty habit of trying to take me up almost-vertical mountainsides. I’ve done my female best to cure him of this. Such as . . . when reaching for my lunch, I took him down into a ditch instead. Sorry, Tigger, but nothing gets between a pregnant woman and her lunchbox!
All in all, he came home sporting only a few extra scratches from incidents when he wouldn’t listen to me. Honestly, I think the mailbox post we creamed was hurt worse than he was. Although the concrete barrier didn’t budge but Tigger did.
Oh well, at least he learned to be nice to me by the end of the week.
And I rewarded him by not having my baby three months early within his jarring interior . . .