A stumble may prevent a fall.
-English proverb
We interrupt this extensive to do list, book writing and fall market preparation.... with a wild goose chase.
This little doggie...this precious member of our family for 13 years decided to make a break for it and run like she was on a mission and she was on fire. Bad hips, arthritis, deaf as a door nail,semi blind she gets a crack in the front door and hauls hiney down the street....me on foot with no shoes and a leisure bra on trying to keep up with the little !@#$%^&*($%^&*. Cathy and Suzanne following in hot pursuit in their cars allll through the damn neighborhood. I'm telling you people you should have seen it. All of us screaming Come here Sophie whistle whistle whistle to a deaf senile dog who was agitated nooo lets just say she was pissed off and confused. She peed in 20 lawns and pooped about 15 times. I still could not catch her. I was sweating and my feet were raw from trucking up the asphalt streets. We called animal control to come catch her (at that point I was going to tell them to KEEP HER AND GIVE HER THE ETERNAL DIRT NAP SHOT IN HER SORRY BUTT. I mellowed when I realized that I would have to explain this to my children.
Suzanne drove me to my house because my feet were raw, I grabbed a Frosty Paw ice cream from the freezer, my cell phone and some more doggie treats..and got my car. So now we have three cars in the chase. Thank goodness no one had a video or I would be on a U-tube for sure. I really need to invest in some better bras..
The ice cream worked I was able to lure the sweetie pie in..snap the leash on her and drag her butt into the car. Went home, hot sweaty and exhausted, with the added bonus of a headache. Sophie collapsed on her pillow and woke up at the stroke of 5 and looked at me, as she does every day, with..." ok mom its 5 o'clock time for my dinner".
Sir Quilt Dude had played in a charity golf tournament and came home to hear the above story. At eight o'clock he says to me.." I don't suppose you picked up the poop in all the neighbors yards while you were out did you?"
He is asleep right now on the porch.. with the dog.
8 comments:
Oh boy, can I relate to the chasing runaway dog story. Does you husband always like living so dangerously by the way?
Sir Quilt Dude will never learn...hope you forgot to give him a quilt to sleep under. He does not deserve one. Wait until Modam Man here this tale.
Schnauzers........gotta love them! I have one too. Just look at that face.............
This was the funniest thing I have read in weeks -- thanks for the hearty laugh this morning!
Oh, Pat, I chuckled as I read this.........however, I do know your frustation..........with a crazed chicken, running through the thorned woods. sigh.........we still love them though. blessings,Kathleen
Your story made me laugh out loud this morning! Too Funny! Thanks for sharing your quilts too. I'm also a fan of the Scrap Basket Surprises book. I have made two already and nest on my list is the Bali Star.
Have a super day!
cackling on the floor! Yes, husband would be outside SEARCHING for that poo! He thought of it, he can search for it!
Oh my word...This is my first visit to your blog and it was pure serendipity let me tell you. First, I laughed till tears were rolling whilst I read about "The Great Escape"...second, I own her sister, same breed, same bad hips, same arthritis, stone deaf, 12 years old and yes, occasionally confused, her eyesight however must be good, even though at night, in spite of having a doggie door, her Royal Highness has to be escorted out to pee in the middle of the night. She SAYS she can't see very well and needs help in the dark. BUT, she can catch a cheerio on the fly no matter how bad the throw is!!! Oh, and the vet said she truly is totally deaf, but drop just one of those cheerios on the floor while she is asleep in the back room....whooooosh...cheerio is gone, deaf dog is back to her nap. Don't blink or you'll miss the fly by! Does Sophie talk by any chance? hehehe! Sad thing is, we understand Friskie. Can I have a treat, please, please, please? I want to go out...no, not the back door the other door, the one without a doggie door. Move over I want to lay on THAT side of the couch! It never ends. One last thing before I go...my hubby wants to know if, since they are obviously related and just got separated at birth if you would like another one? Her name is Friskie and when I asked her if she wanted to go live with her sister, she pretended she couldn't hear me...**wink** Thanks for a wonderful laugh, the visual of you running after her in your leisure bra and bare feet was really great too! Hugs....
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