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Feather Comforter Versus the Dogs: Wet Feathers

| 1/27/2010 10:43:28 AM

Tags: Dogs, Feathers,

A photo of Shirley Rodeo VanScoykWhat was I thinking?

I gave our two dogs an old feather comforter to lie on in the basement. One day, they ripped it to shreds. Of course. Clouds of feathers drifted into the corners, stuck to the windows, the water heater and the dehumidifier. As episodes go, this one was at least fluffy and sort of funny, but I was in my January hibernation mode and thought I would postpone sucking them up with the vacuum until I had nothing else to do. In this kind of mood, I would postpone breathing until a more convenient time.

On a day that was unseasonably warm and sunny, I crawled out of my cave, scratched my back on a tree and decided now was the time. C was nagging at me to get it done, and it might even be fun!

A trickle of water snaked out from under the outside basement door toward my feet the minute I opened it. It was dragging a feather. And another. And another. I stared while the feathers pooled around my feet. I tried to push the door open but I could only budge it a couple of inches. It was like there was something behind it. Through the window I saw that something. Feathers. Wet feathers.

The floor was covered with pools of water and pools of feathers. A breeze from the open door blew some of the dry ones onto the wet ones. They became wet ones, loosing their fluffy white purity to become menacing and grey.

I had to wade through piles and piles of dirty wet feathers and gallons of muddy water to get to the shop vac. It was parked next to the laundry tub, which was overflowing. This tub collects water from the washer on the third floor of the house and directs it out into the back yard and occasionally clogs up with lint. Once I found a drowned rat head down in the drain. Another story for another day. Today there was no rat, just the dread of finding one.

Rodeo Princess
2/4/2010 7:00:13 PM

Thank you everybody for your comments! This actually happened a few winters ago, but when I go down the basement I always think of it.

Oz Girl
1/29/2010 11:41:07 AM

Rodeo girl, you really do have a great knack to take a rather mundane and annoying life event and spin it into quite a chuckle! Loved your story... and I'll be sure to throw any old feather comforters into the trash instead of recycling it for any of our animals! :-) Susan

Cindy Murphy
1/29/2010 6:34:08 AM

Rodeo, I always get such a laugh out of your stories....they're funny, you have a wonderful way of relaying them, but also because it's never too difficult to imagine myself in the same predicaments. Feathers did not enter the picture, but been there/done that with the thousand pound shop vac and the man/woman discussion about problem solving. Here it usually involves a lot of head-shaking and the phrase "the right tool for the right job". Enjoy your day.

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