Amazing how a simple request to “help” Matt tonight at the kennel turned into a foot race against one of my dogs!
Tonight was the night that I convinced Matt to hook up the hose out to the kennels. He wanted me to go out to clean and rinse buckets for him. On the way out to the kennel, we made the decision to let Sinatra run tonight. He’s getting senile and likes to go trotting through the woods time to time, but it’s been quite often as of late. Well…..we made the wrong decision tonight!
The hose nozzle is a little beat up (we go through many of these) and leaks, so after I got done hosing buckets and dishes down, I started towards the house to shut the water off and, I figured, get Sinatra out of the driveway. As I’m getting closer to the house with Greta jumping on me the whole way with Polly on her heals, I realize there’s a car in my driveway with which I am not familiar with. Greta quickly sees it and starts going off with her “I’ll-protect-you-mom-but-I’m-really-freakin’-out-right-now” bark which gets her mother (who taught her very well, I might add) to participate in the bark-fest. I go out to the driveway while my 2 “scaredy cat” Saints quickly retreat back to the kennel. Nice, huh? Save yourselves, it’s ok, don’t worry about me or anything! So, this nice gentleman steps out of his car and it dawns on me that Sinatra has been going in the road lately and I believe I paled and just blurted out, “Did you hit him?”. Oddly enough, he had a little Sentra and I was quite worried about the damage that dog would do to the car! He said, “No, but he’s way down there, and he’s still going in the wrong direction”, as he points down the road. Sure enough, I can barely see him (granted I did not have my glasses on). I thanked him and ran out to the kennel to see if the rest of the dogs were put away. Once they were secured, the foot race begun!
I had to stop at the house to get a leash, dodge Ruby (that’s a whole different story) and block out the crying of my kids. I start running down the road in my bright, hot pink rain boots, black pants and Patriots jacket. I must of looked real cute! I can see him real close to the bend in the road up ahead and I’m not even to my neighbor’s driveway. I contemplate going back to get my truck to get him, but he is absolutely filthy (to the point where I’m devastated that he’s out IN PUBLIC looking like that!) and I don’t need smelly filth in my truck. So I keep on trucking. And I’m huffing and puffing and really thinking that Matt should be doing this crap, not me! I see Sinatra take a left into the driveway past Remley Lane. A little bit of relief comes over me since these people are dog people. I get in their driveway and I can’t find him. WTF? So I go up to the door and knock. I can hear their little dog yipping and the man answers the door and out comes this little black dog who’s so cute! I tell him that I’m chasing my old, senile dog that I think he’s behind their house. “Oh, that’s what he’s been barking at!”. Yeah, that wet thing out there that looks like a bear cub with a wash out coat? You’re lucky he’s not peeing on your floor, I thought!
He was very kind and understanding, nonetheless. As I turned to go, Sinatra surfaced on the lawn (which is a big puddle) on the side of their house. So I call his name. I get no response. I’m walking up to him and he just picks his head up and looks at me as if to say, “Where’d you come from?”. I got the leash on him and he happily strolls along with me all the way home. Seriously losing it, that dog! It’s sad, but I’m sure he’s a happy dog tonight!
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