It is a good thing that all went well in March 2013, while on safari in South Africa. I have bad luck with vacation animals, and that was the only recent trip where the beasts were not on the attack even when our jeep got stuck a few yards from an alpha lion and his fiercer looking ladies.
On other trips, however, there were the all-night partying roosters who never learned to wait for sunrise.
The pack of chickens, led by Geraldine, who chased me through the barn, pecking at my calves because I had not brought them grapes.
The toad that made our dog vomit five times after going after “frog’s legs” for an appetizer.
The crazy swans who swarmed every time we went near the water, sending the kids into high-decibel shrieks and the Puritans in neighboring lake homes wishing we had never come.
And now, falling asleep each night, is it the swans or the frogs honking?
I miss our dog. She may roam the halls, nails clicking on hardwood floors like an alarm clock we do not need to set, but she sleeps through the night and doesn’t bite when she is hungry.