This, is a story of fate. Coho's dog house is made of thin wood, packed with hay for comfort, and placed on the side of my rocky mountain hill that I call a yard. We have no roads in the village, and everyone travels my fourwheeler (or as we call them 'Hondas'). An older woman, around 60 in age, was turning her fourwheeler around in our yard and as she did so she pressed the gas while in reverse. Her fourwheeler spun backwards, directly towards a pile of old barrels and a big wooden dog house. There was a crash, a very loud one. Coho's chain was tangled on a tree and she was stuck at a safe distance (blessed be her hyper running antics that get her stuck). And the woman had landed directly upon the dog house. Because it was not made of hard plywood (like most doghouses in the village) it broke her fall, and the hay inside cushioned her. Had she landed on the rocky ground, surely a boulder would have cracked her head or broken her spine or done some sort of irreversible damage. She got up, shaken but fine, and walked away in a physically okay manner. The fact that Coho had been tangled instead of inside, spared her life. And the fact my doghouse is made of soft wood that easily split, and filled with hay, perhaps spared the human's.
