Stephanie’s dog, Duffy, fell through the ice on her pond the other night and her husband , Terry, jumped in and saved him.

That’s definitely a hero story but there is a part of this tale that got me steamed.

In a few weeks I’m staying at her house to mind her animals. If you recall I was uninvited on a fabulous spa weekend because she decided I’d have a much better time staying at her house in Nowheresville taking care of her dogs and cats. She has someone else minding the donkeys and horses because she said it would be “too hard for me”.

Aside from the fact that she has given me loads of rules about what I can and can’t do in her house (I accept this because I know her and I’ll do what I want anyway), she cut me to the quick when she told me the story about Duffy and added “Thank God that didn’t happen when we were away. You couldn’t have saved him”

“Are you crazy? Do you seriously think that I wouldn’t have run in the water and gotten him?”

“You’d want to but you wouldn’t be able to”

Now I know I’m a little slower than I used to be but the fact that she thinks I’m not capable of pulling a dog out of a pond is a shock. I used to be the one she counted on. Now she treats me like a feeble old lady.

No words are going to convince her that I’m still a force to be reckoned with so I’ve decided that when I go up to mind her animals I’m going to rearrange her furniture.