GET ON MY SHOVEL.....NOW!

OK first of all I'd like to say that today I am just feeling BLAH all over and don't really feel like blogging about anything....but I can't let my 2 blog followers down, so here it goes:

Had an even better Sunday than last week due to another awesome visit to the Slave Lake branch. I was privileged to witness a new brother get confirmed...his wife has been a long time member but isn't very active and I'm sure he will be the catalyst that will help them to get to the temple. I've only known him one week but when I congratulated him we hugged....OK maybe I AM a bit too lonely.

It's funny that sometimes we can feel connected to people that we hardly know....must have been buds in the pre-existence.

So I was on my way home when I received a long distance call and I thought "hmm that's OK it will make the trip seem shorter." But the conversation got a little deep and personal and required a certain degree of bluntness....so yeah it was uncomfortable because I really don't like hurting people's feelings....

It was during this call that I noticed something up ahead in the middle of the highway and as I got closer I noticed a furry little ball and saw two little eyes looking up at me as I ran over it. NO I didn't hit it....but it passed underneath between my truck's tires. After checking around for traffic I backed up to get a closer look, got out of my truck and met a cute little black animal. I approached it expecting that it would turn and run but it was either hurt or shocked or both. Not sure what it was but it was furry, long and black and sooooo cute but slightly dangerous looking because I noticed it had claws.

Because I am a big fan of Go Diego Go...I know that I have a responsibility to help all the baby animals but, alas, I didn't have my rescue pack with me...although I did sing out the tune. I had to think fast because I couldn't leave it sitting in the middle of the road...and then I remembered that I had a shovel in the back of my truck

As I approached with my rescue shovel the animal's body seemed to tense up a bit. I moved the shovel closer and it shifted its weight but still wouldn't or couldn't move. I then gently placed the shovel on the ground immediately in front of the critter and foolishly expected it to climb aboard....it didn't. A gentle nudge...no response. A harder nudge....nothing. A violent thought " I should just smack you with my shovel"....still nothing. Finally an angry shout " GET ON MY SHOVEL.....NOW! "....it began to raise a paw. After successfully scooping it up I gently placed it over the snow bank on the side of the road and watched it as it made it's way back to the tree line. It's movement was a little awkward and slow, so maybe it had been hit by another vehicle.
Was my little furry friend going to survive or would he end up an easy dinner for an owl or wolf?

That was the thought that came to mind as I got back into the truck and continued my super uncomfortable phone call.