Friday, May 4, 2007

Once upon a time, a hedgehog family lived in a garden...


Maudlin Street was quiet except for a few pub crawlers on the weekend. But one Thursday morning about 2:00 a.m., we were awakened by ferocious barking that didn’t pause for almost an hour, coming from the yard next door. I had never heard such barking; the dog sounded desperate, panicked, as if he or his owner were being attacked. Ron trotted outside in his pajamas to find out what was going on, but he couldn’t see above the neighbor’s fence. He began clapping and shouting, hoping at least the owner would respond. We feared something criminal and were about to go for the police, when the neighbor’s light finally went on. Not long afterward the barking ceased.

The dog began yelping again the next night, but the noise was more intermittent and lasted for a shorter time. Still, we reported the incidents to our landlord Sean, who spoke to his neighbor, who promised it would stop. We heard barking a couple of other nights, but at a much lower volume.

A week later Sean called to report he’d heard from neighbor Joe, who had gotten to the root of the problem. “We have a family of hedgehogs at the bottom of the garden,” said Sean. “And of course the dog went ballistic over it.” In a half hour he appeared at the door with a pet carrier, the size you’d use for a cat, complete with a little towel dusted with cat hair.

Now it just so happens that for over twelve years, our traveling companion has been Henry, a 4”-tall hedgehog made of wool. As soon as I saw Sean, I presented Henry with a flourish, saying “We’ve found the culprit!” I received the blankest of looks. “Where did you find THAT?” he asked. I tried to explain, but he couldn’t get his mind around a traveling hedgehog (though he wanted his hedgehogs to do just that).

Sean sprinted out to the garden to capture the little family. He returned in roughly three minutes with his empty carrier. “I’ll try again on Sunday – at night, when they come out!”

The next day we had to say goodbye to Sean and the house on Maudlin Street. But we’re already planning our next trip to Ireland.


6 Comments:

At June 11, 2007 at 8:42 PM , Blogger Stephanie said...

Thanks for including me among your readers, Jan. I'm enjoying your stories immensely. You somehow are able to put me right there in your shoes for a few wonderful moments whether it's feeling race horses pounding by, seeing a waiter race by with a lit birthday cake in the dark, or pulling out a lamb chop which just happened to be in your purse for 2 lucky dogs. Funny and poignant--I love how you bring us delicious slices of everyday life in different cultures. Those photos are something else, too.

 
At January 12, 2010 at 11:10 AM , Blogger  said...

逛到你的部落格,第一個感覺就很好,希望每次更新都是美好的開始,也祝你天天都都開心喔........................................

 
At January 21, 2010 at 7:51 AM , Blogger Kathy said...

Glad to find your blog. Can't wait to hear about your more recent road encounters. You always seem to get the story. Thanks for sharing your travel tales.

Kathy

 
At February 2, 2010 at 2:50 AM , Blogger 跌倒 said...

No pains, no gains...................................................

 
At February 27, 2010 at 5:59 AM , Blogger 糟糕啦 said...

Knowledge is a treasure, but practice is the key to it...................................................

 
At March 18, 2010 at 2:05 AM , Blogger 進行試 said...

真正的愛心,是照顧好自己的這顆心。........................................

 

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