It's been a couple of weeks since this experience I'm about to share happened, but really it is too good not to share.
A couple of weeks ago, Grams (my maternal grandmother) started yelling for me.
"MISTY! MISTY! COME HERE!"
I walk into her room. She is lying in bed, but she appears to be awake. She is looking around and frantically waving her hand.
I asked, "What do you need, Grandma?"
"Will you take this dog and feed it? It keeps trying to eat my hand."
Now here is where I have to be totally honest. Usually when she does something like this I point out that there really isn't a dog there. It usually starts an argument and then I end up being called all sorts of names.
That day though I did something totally different...I played along.
"Okay, Grandma. I'll feed the dog. Come on, dog! Let's go, dog! Let's get you some food!"
Whistling and patting my leg as I left her room.
As I left I also closed her door, saying, "Grandma, I'm closing your door so that the dog doesn't come back in."
I left and she was perfectly fine.
Invisible dogs, blue horses, and cows in the neighbors' yards...those are just a few of the adventures that happen around here. (BTW, the cows weren't real. We live in town.)