Well, the crows finished off the last of the apples. Taz did manage to find one they left behind and he fiercely guarded it until he could eat what was left of it. His breath may improve now that the apple season is over, as he usually smells like fermented apple juice. Could be worse, I guess.
Chewy woke us up at 3:30 this morning to go out and pee. Even though he's blind, he usually can find his way back in OK by his sense of smell, but when it's raining he just goes around in circles. By the time I got dressed, put on a raincoat and carried him back in I was wide awake so I put on the coffee and started another early morning.
Carol answered a call to a very bad wreck yesterday right across from J.C.'s driveway. A lady lost control of her car, or maybe hydroplaned on the wet road, knocked down 5 trees and landed upside down in the yard of a new manufactured home. They had to use the “Jaws of Life” to extract her. The whole crew was soaked by the time they got the patient stabilized and ready to transport to Newport. They tried to get a medical helicopter to take her to Portland but they were refused because of the bad weather. We haven't heard if she lived or not.
Carol seems to be able to handle those kind of situations really well, even though Tony, the head paramedic, worries about her. I actually think she does as well as, or maybe even better than he does. They do have counseling available if anyone needs it.
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