Every evening I find myself begging and pleading for someone to take out the trash. It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it. Tonight I avoided the excuses and fighting and hauled out the over-stuffed bag myself. A simple task of taking out the garbage turned my day upside down.
I walked out the back door, down the side of the house, and with one good swing into the garbage you go! Done. Until… I noticed that one of the kids forgot to close the garage door. No problem, since I’m such a problem solver. I decided to go back into the house through the garage and close the garage door myself. As I released the latch on the side gate, the door swung open and off my dog went, trying to escape for a romantic evening on the town.
Shit! I have no shoes on, the kids can’t hear me yelling for help, and every command I learned from the dog trainer was not working. Off I went chasing and screaming his name (including a few extra descriptions of my feeling towards him at that moment). He was off and running, a man with a mission. This lovable furry monster is only a year old, still only a puppy but tipping the scale at 100 + pounds. My fear was he was going to run into the street and get hit by a car. As passing cars drove up our street, I waved them down frantically in the hope they would see him running from me, and help in the efforts to stop him in his tracks. (more…)