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  • Having a broken leg was bad enough but that left Purple (collar of the litter and no that is not her name) without her daily walk. My husband did the best that he could but Purple needed more. My husband also had to take care of me. I needed help with everything! He did the cooking, cleaning and even had to help me shower and dress. I was helpless and completely dependent on him. The soft cast was torture. Purple would just sit next to me and sometimes on top of me. She was very vocal about her boredom.

    Previous Photo: Taken by my husband during my recuperation.
  • We had no choice but to open the door and hope that she would keep herself entertained. We knew that she wouldn’t go far; after all she is a Velcro dog. I was under the impression that Purple would go visit with my husband. He works in the cabin on our lot next door. However, one week into my recuperation Purple came home with a pair of torn and dirty jeans in her mouth. My husband was baffled, where did these come from? It had to belong to our neighbors on the south side of the cabin. My husband just threw the jeans away. He was embarrassed and thought our neighbor would no longer be able to use them. He would try to figure out how to repay the neighbor. I didn’t even know about it until we started noticing so many things showing up on our doorstep and we compared notes.

    I should let you know that we did not know our neighbors very well. When they first moved to the island, we had welcomed them to the neighborhood. We invited them over for a drink. We had Hors d'oeuvres of mozzarella wrapped with prosciutto, grapes, choices of cheese and crackers. We also offered them wine. I noticed that they accepted the wine but did not touch the hors d’oeuvres. I asked them if I could get them anything else? They said that they had just eaten a wonderful meal. They let us know that they are Vegan. Vegan? I thought that was something short for vegetarian and wondered why they couldn’t eat the cheese. I’m an idiot! I had something to learn. It’s not that they just don’t eat meat. It goes way beyond that. Awkward moment! I felt dirty, judged. We were off to a good start. I felt that we had offended them and never invited them again. They never reciprocated either.

    Previous photo: Purple stealing again! By Audrey B
  • Now, lets go back to the issue. It started with the jeans. Then we noticed plastic containers and even a dog bowl. Things just started collecting at the top of the hill. Purple would arrive home prancing and tossing the item in the air. She was so happy with her new toy! The prize find was when Purple came home with a chewed up woman’s shoe. My heart sank; Purple is a destructive thief! I checked the size and went online to search for the same shoes to replace. They had been discontinued. Meanwhile, Purple went back out and just grabbed the other shoe! This required a phone call to apologize and a promise to replace my neighbor’s shoes. I explained my predicament and the reason why my dog was roaming free. That changed everything. My neighbor’s voice softened, it was as if a wall came down. She offered to help with the walks and even brought a pot of vegan soup. They had a dog and told us that Purple had been stopping by daily to play. They liked her, their dog liked her and they enjoyed her character. She favored the woman’s shoes and we replaced them with two pairs of Vegan friendly shoes.

    So in the end Purple demanded that we all come together. Interact; accept our differences and drink wine together.

    Previous photo: Purple's with my neighbor's shoes (She looks pretty guilty) by Audrey B
    Next photo: Purple and our neighbor at my birthday party by Audrey B
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