I was late posting last night because I was traumatized. I’m still not really over it. So I’ve been doing what I always do when something is bothering me. I talk about it.
Every single person at school knows, including my students, their parents, our custodian, the complete staff, and possibly our gardener who was here when I got home. (Yes. A gardener. I’m super fancy. We’ve been over this before.)
Here’s my teeny traumatic tale.
My hubby wasn’t home last night so it was up to me to take Murphie on her walk.
She needs one more set of shots so we have taken to walking her down the middle of the street in our little gated community (there it is again – fancy) so she is not near any grass. I know. I know. We shouldn’t. It’s a risk. I know. But, people, we HAVE to or we might go crazy. Really.
If you’d like to turn me in to the ASPCA people, go ahead. And then can you give me their number because I need it, too. You’ll see why as you read on.
Like I said, I had to take Murphie on her walk. We’re working on heeling.
The key word being WORKING.
She walks on a gentle leader. Get one if you don’t have one. I swear by them. I could go on and on about how I could walk Foster and Sydney by myself at the same time, but I won’t.
So we were walking. Every once in awhile, we were stopping because Murphie would see an amazing leaf that would grab her attention or, in one case, an old envelope that was just fascinating. I couldn’t blame her. I needed to see it, too. There could have been money in it . . .
When we got to the last street before mine, we came upon a GIGANTIC DOG. Think Clifford, the Big Red Dog.
Not that big.
But picture a very big reddish/goldish/overweight lab or retriever or something. I don’t know. Cute fella.
And, people, he was TIED UP in HIS FRONT YARD. He barked ferociously. No one was with him. So he was very excited to see us.
But we ignored him. Well, I ignored him, and Murphie did her best to see him.
We just kept walking. We came to the next house and there was a car in the street, motor running, with two girls inside. I’m assuming their mother or father just had to go grab one more thing and that they were going to be right back out. Right?
I’m also assuming I live in a neighborhood of hippies.
Anywho, we just kept walking.
And, yep. Yep. That dog GOT LOOSE. He came barreling towards us and basically grabbed Murphie and threw her on the ground.
Maybe. I don’t really remember. I just know that Murphie was crying like he was hurting her, I was tangled up in the leash, and I think I fell down.
The little girls (turns out one was five and the other was three or four years old) jumped out of their car.
“That’s our neighbor’s dog, Finn!” they cried.
“Help!” I said.
They grabbed his rope and then he took them on a little joy ride because, apparently, their little toddler muscles couldn’t pull him back. They just went forward.
I was finally able to pick up Murphie (which is not getting easier as she gets bigger, but I am MIGHTY) after what seemed like an eternity.
Picking up Murphie didn’t help.
Because I’m short. And so she was only a little ways off the ground and the other dog still had his head in her butt.
And while the dog checked out her lady parts, Murphie just peed all over me.
We’re super close, us two.
Somehow, and I don’t even know how, the dog stopped coming after us.
I carried Murphie half way home, and when I put her down, she just collapsed and cried. So I sat down next to her and she sorta climbed into my lap and licked me half to death.
It was a scene that should have been in a movie.
German Shepherd puppy is rescued from Teeny Lady and they live happily ever after.
I got her to get up and walk the rest of the way home with me.
And I cried all the way.
That is, until I saw my lovely neighbors at my front door. Which meant I had to stop crying quickly or otherwise they’d know!!! And I do not cry in front of people very easily.
I’m rock solid, don’t ya know.
cat’s dog’s out of the bag now, though, because my neighbor reads my blog. So, Lindsay, now you know why I looked like a hot mess.
I was just SCARED. I knew the dog wasn’t trying to hurt Murphie or scare me . . . it’s just that he was tied up, got loose, and came charging.
That, and ohhhhh . . . possibly the fact that no grown ups were around to help.
Now I’m sore. My right shoulder blade and left calf are hurting, and I have skin missing from the top of my foot.
Needless to say, I skipped the walk this morning.
And all I can think is, “Just you wait til Murphie grows up!” 🙂