Monday, December 27, 2010

Miracle on Long Island

 

A miracle happened on Christmas Day. Miracle is a huge word. I realize this. I try not to overuse it, just like brilliant and genius. I reserve those words for Woody Allen and for Skylar my 6 and a half year old granddaughter.


The last time I witnessed a miracle was when my daughter was pregnant with Sky and I said to Glenn, my then son-in-law.


“This is a miracle!”


He responded, “This isn’t a miracle. A miracle would be if I was having a baby.”


I glared at him and said, “You know what a miracle is, Glenn? It’s a miracle that I have the control not to punch you in the face right now!”


Fast forward to Christmas two days ago. My daughter Jackie and Glenn are divorced and although I reluctantly admit he’s a wonderful Dad to Sky, we don’t celebrate holidays together so he’s not part of this story.


My son Doug and me and Tony Baloney, my perfect little Morkie zipped to Jackie and Sky's house near mine on Long Island to spend Christmas Day with them. We were busy bringing presents into their house so we didn’t notice that we closed the front door and Tony had wandered back outside.


Ten minutes later when Skylar showed us a present she had for Tony we realized he wasn’t in the house. A sick feeling washed over me and even as I yelled in the house.  


We all ran out, calling “To ny, To ny” trying to whistle and clap and try to see as far down the block as we could. I ran back and jumped in the car to get further faster. With the window opened I must have looked a little like a dog myself with my head hanging out of it. I felt a sob coming on and I stifled it.


People on the block said they hadn’t seen him…I described him as a little 9 pound Morkie wearing a Santa suit. A furry, four legged, low to the ground Santa has to stand out, I thought. I imagined my little guy scared and lost and my heart was doing flip flops.


Somehow, I knew that he wasn’t a Lassie who would sniff his way home. Somehow I sensed that Tony is probably helpless like me when it comes to his sense of direction.


As my panic rose, random thoughts popped into my head.


1. "I’ve ruined Christmas for Skylar. If we don’t find Tony I won’t be
     able to go back and finish opening presents. I’ll just be a mess."

2. "When do you stop looking? I’ll never stop looking."


3. "Oh, God, now am I going to be the Poor Widow Me who lost her dog?"

4. "I wonder if I'll feel like eating later"…was interrupted by,

    “Hey, that man found your dog!”

Tony was safe! The guy was driving around looking for
someone who was looking for a dog. His kids found him six blocks
away in the middle of the street. I followed him back to his house and
his kids handed my little Santa to me.

I squeezed that confused sweetface and I kissed and hugged the kids and the father.


As I walked back to the car carrying Tony Baloney in my arms I tried to
memorize the address to drop something on their stoop the next day to thank
them. I haven't done that yet. I'm blaming it on the blizzard.

The real kicker was that after a wonderful day, Doug, Tony and I headed back to my house where I listened to a message on my answering machine. I stood in my kitchen impatiently trying to make out what sounded like a 10 year old boy.


I assumed it was one of my cousin’s kids wishing me a Merry Christmas…I turned to Doug and said,

“Why do they put a kid on to leave a message? I hate that! I can’t understand a word he’s saying and he left a phone number – So ridiculous…I can’t even make it out. I’m not even going to try!”


“Hey, Mom” Doug said smirking, “Listen to the first part…he’s saying, “I found your dog.”


Right there is my Christmas miracle…not that we found Tony because of the goodness of strangers…but that I can be such an asshole.

Comments are appreciated folks...thanks!

















11 comments:

Alicia King said...

Carol, your "random thoughts" were hysterical. I have a tiny Bichon, similarly spoiled/overloved, so I perhaps relate.

You're hilarious. Great post!

Carol Scibelli said...

Thanks for commenting...all true...crazy, eh?

Debbie Hooser said...

Carol,
Since meeting you and Tony (in San Diego) I too have aquired a little 9 pound heartthrob named Luci. After reading you miracle story, I have chills knowing this family added you your Christmas blessings this year (and will always be remembered for their kindness.
Hugs to you and Tony,
Debbie

Carol Scibelli said...

Debbie...so glad that you got a little dog now too...hoping meeting Tony in San Diego made you fall in love with the idea...so wonderful to have these little guys.

Susan Rubin said...

Always love to hear a happy ending.......I know some people prefer to get one!

Cathy Gordon said...

Gives me goose bumps and I can definitely relate because I have a similar story. My little dauchshund (love of my life lately) disappeared into a wooded area behind my parent's house right before Thanksgiving. I was watching her as she sniffed the edge of their yard, and I suddenly realized (with dread) that she was way past where the tether should have allowed her to go. I noticed that she was dragging the long leash behind her just as she vanished into the woods -- it had come untied from the clothes line. I might add that she has been barking and yearning to get into those woods for quite some time now, more than likely after a squirrel or deer. It is a fairly thick woods, and as I dashed out the door with a sinking feeling as it was dusk and quite cold, I was already in a panic. Your random thoughts are right on as I was having many jumbled thoughts all at once (not happy endings) which made me jump right to the deal making stage. "Please God don't let anything happen to her, I promise I'll be good, etc. etc." Long story short, we (my 75 year old dad and I) found her about an hour later about 100 yards into the woods. We saw some tall weeds moving and she had gotten tangled up on a bush with the leash and was looking so helpless. Why she wasn't barking or answering our crazed calls for her is a complete mystery. She is not exactly a silent little thing and always manages to bark exceptionally well when she is in the house and looking with longing at the woods. Anyway, it was a happy ending, and I am so glad because I really don't know what I would have done had I lost her and I don't think she would have survived the night. Glad you had a miracle too! Crazy how attached to the little fool I have become!

Anonymous said...

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Anonymous said...

Boy, are you lucky ! This coulda had a whole different twist. Example: " oh look , daddy.... it's a Christmas miracle we were hoping for ! That Santa would bring us a cute little doggie, even dressed up in a Santa suit!" sooo lucky! LOL

Anonymous said...

So funny and true! I love the random thoughts except I would have critized myself for having random thoughts! Somethimes your just not hard enough on yourself!!!LOL I especially like the "and now I'll be the poor widow me who lost her dog" I add the " and my husband died" to any trumatic happenings.
Dog's know something about assholes we don't - but we're catching up.
Love you PWM -

sharon said...

I loved this one- especially because youa re so true to yourself with the kids on the telephone thing...

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