Of course it happened to me!

     There I was minding my own business when Jasmine (my Boston Terrier) came in the house out of breath and very dirty.  That only meant one thing; she had been under my vehicle outside for the sole purpose of chasing a lizard or squirrel.  It would turn out later that the dangerous foe was the latter.  I went outside to check under my vehicles as she has been in the habit of chewing on the wiring to get at the object of her chase.  True to form wiring for my truck's rear lights and the O2 sensor were hanging to the ground.  I had just hours earlier tried in vain to fix the torn wires to my front sensor but ended up ordering a $30 part to fix the problem.  I climbed under the truck only to find my worst fear realized.  The wiring to my taillights was torn loose.  Fortunately I should be able to do the repair.  Frustrated as I was I decided to follow Jasmine to where she was fixated on a bush only to find a half dead squirrel under the front of the bush.  I took Jasmine inside and locked her in the house.
     Returning to the injured squirrel I approached warily and attempted to pick it up to move it outside the rear fence of my property where it made it's home.  That's when it bit me on my right thumb before slowly scurrying away.  I again followed it to the front of my project car where it once again wore out and flopped to the ground.  This time I held a broom above it and seized it's tail gently.  The squirrel (now named Cal short for Clarence) clung to the broom and we moved to the back fence where I put it down on the top of the fence from which it traverses to my yard.  We had a talk and he assured me that he and his family were checked regularly by their family vet for rabies and were not infected.  We agreed that it wasnot wise for him or his family to step foot inside of my yard, my car would be safe and he and his family wouldn't be put in harms way the way his grandfather had met his fate.
     I went into the house to bathe Jasmine and clean up my wound.  I discovered that Jasmine wasn't keen on the agreement I had made with Cal but she would try to fight her natural instincts.  She had numerous bites and scratches on her legs which I cleaned up.  She didn't fight much so she must have known that I was trying to care for her.  I cleaned myself up and bandaged my wound telling myself that I should probably be more careful in the future.  Notifying family and friends brought up the concern for Jasmine, the squirrel and somewhere down the line, me.  In retrospect it's common to my family and friends that I have these things punctuating my history.
     It makes me wonder just what besides patient understanding God is trying to teach me as if that's not enough.  I'm a slow stubborn learner and seem to have these things happen to me because I make choices positive and negative in my life..  It's always my choice.