Trip Trauma and Trip Karma

Once I begin thinking of all the Trip stories it's hard to let them go without recounting another one.

Like how Trip became traumatized to loud and sudden noises and will forever be frightened of thunderstorms. When Trip was a very young dog, probably less than one year, he and Angie lived in a house on the edge of a lake about 30 feet below a steep and shear cliff. One summer afternoon a very young girl whose parents lived in a house on the cliffs edge above where Angie's house was located was playing and exploring. Soon she was behind the steering wheel of an old abandoned truck near the cliffs edge, and as she was imagining driving this old truck she managed to mash the clutch in and allowed the truck to roll uncontrollably over the edge of the cliff. The truck came crashing down the thirty foot cliff and landed upside down on its top near Angie's house and Trip's outdoor enclosure (please note the PC "enclosure", rather than the tacky word "pen", as I am working through my negative Trip Karma). Thankfully, the young girl recovered from her scrapes and bruises without any serious consequences. But Trip was not so lucky. He is traumatized to this day by that sudden crash and noise and is unable to keep from cowering in a corner everytime a thunderstorm rolls through the area.

But now to the Karma.

I had always thought that since I was building fence on the ranch when I was diagnosed with Testicular Cancer that fence building was a cause of cancer (not very scientific or logical I know, but it's one of the ways I deal with the randomness of it). And I had never made any connection between Trip's "surgery" and mine until I watched a few episodes of Earle on television. And then, there it was, clear as a cold winter night. I remembered recommending to Angie that she should consider having Trip "fixed" in order to mellow out his temperment and curb his enthusiasm. Of course, it wasn't the fence building that caused the cancer that led to the surgery, it was Trip Karma. So, now I'm on a quest to make it up to Trip somehow, to get the karma right. An implant maybe? They do that now you know. One thing I can do though, stop calling him by that Spanish nickname I gave him - "no mas dos"...even though in fun they still call me "uno". That's got to be good karma.