Bad things happen in threes, right?
One of our favourite places to stop for the night as we travel eastward in Montana is the community park of a tiny place called Zurich. We arrived in the early afternoon with enough time to go for a walk with our two dogs. At the park entrance, we wondered what they would do about the cattle guard that was set into the ground between two stone gateposts.
Emma tiptoed across the separated metal bars, but slipped on the last ones and fell through to her shoulder. While we were reacting to this little slip, we hadn’t noticed that Ruby had gone around the post, squeezing between the strands of barbed wire instead.
Just beyond the gates, we wondered what was on Ruby’s leg. It looked like a thin red leaf was stuck there, but on closer inspection it turned out to be blood. She had given her shoulder a corner tear on the barbed wire. It looked like it needed some stitches. “No walk today,” Gary said. “We’ll have to go back to the vet’s in Chinook.” I was glad it was only 15 miles back.
As Gary prepared to unhitch the truck from the trailer, he said, “Looks like we aren’t going anywhere yet. We’ve got two flat tires.”
Sure enough the two trailer tires on the driver’s side were both flat.
On taking off the lugs, we noticed that one of them had lost the cap over the nut and now it didn’t fit snugly into the tire iron. The truck’s tire changing equipment was in metric and the trailer in imperial measurements. Luckily one of the friendly campers brought over a socket wrench and helped us out.
We loaded two tires and two dogs into the back of the truck and returned to Chinook.
I stayed with Ruby while she had her leg stitched up and Gary took the tires to a shop to get them repaired.
We wondered about bad things happening in threes. Two bad things had already happened. “I know,” I said. “We can count each of the tires as one bad thing, and that will make three.”
But as it turned out, I was wrong. The third bad thing happened a couple of days later when we got stuck in the mud, as you already know from the post, “Things Take a Turn.”
I hope that means we’re done now for mishaps.