Oh No! He's on the Run!!
May 11th, 2010
"I stand there crying - broken, in roughed up flip flops, a sweat soaked shirt, and scratched legs, praying hard I will find him."
So we have two inside dogs and we have cables set up for them outside so they can use the bathroom.
Well the dogs kept barking because they needed to go out, but I knew the mailman would be here soon. The boys don't like the mailman so I went out with them so I could take them in before he arrived at our house.
Well I saw him coming and tried to take the boys inside, but it was too late. They had already spotted him. Before I knew it they were barking and trying to break free of their leashes and chase him. I pulled them as tight as I could only leaving about a foot of slack to run. The mailman handed me the mail and went on his way, but somehow Chip loosened his collar and broke free.
He sniffed the mailman for a second, licked him, and ran away.
Now generally, when we're chasing Chip, it takes about 10 or 15 minutes to get ahold of him.
However, this dog must have been practicing for a marathon because there was no stopping him.
I ran and ran and ran and ran and ran after him! Many people tried to grab him, but he was just too quick and too small to catch. I can usually get close enough to tackle him to the ground, but that was not the case today. This dog ran with lightning speed. I chased him down our street, down a few blocks, down another street, over another block, down another street, through some yards, circled some parking lots, across the railroad tracks, and through some yards again. All in all I probably ran a good 2 & 1/2 to 3 miles.
Sweat was pouring off my face, as I stood panting trying to not only catch my breath but catch that stupid dog too! Me feet are dirty, my legs are scratched up from running through tall grass, and I'll have to check for ticks later. This is just not my day.
I'm ready to give up. I don't know how I'm going to catch him. I'm praying hard that he'll run to me and let me catch him. I'm so tired. Then all of a sudden he's gone. I must have distracted myself because he's nowhere to be found. I'm standing in a big clearing in someone's yard and all I can see is a pond and an open prairie. I stand there crying - broken, in roughed up flip flops, a sweat soaked shirt, and scratched legs, praying hard I will find him.
I search for about 10 minutes during my emotional breakdown, praying I'll find him.
Then I see something poke up from the pond.
THAT STUPID DOG WENT FOR A SWIM!
Oh by this point I am beyond furious.
All I want to do is strangle him. I don't even care if he drowns in that stupid pond!
Here I was crying thinking I'd lost him for good and he's down there playing in the water! UGH!
I run straight towards him with pure vengeance as he walks happily out of the water. He trots by me and tries to run, but it's too late. I tackled that dog to the ground and smacked into him like a train! I was sooo done! I pick him up and begin walking home. That was a very interesting 15 minute walk back to my house. We'd been gone for an hour and I was tired and thirsty. And to make matters worse I was covered in pond scum from that stupid dog!
By the time we got home he was completely dry, my shirt having already soaked up all the pond water. We both wreaked of fish and I could not have been anymore angry with him.
I quickly got him in the house and took him straight to the bathtub.
I had to be careful because I was still mad at him and I wasn't entirely sure that I wouldn't drown him.
Needless to say the dog did survive, but I locked him in the kitchen, where he will remain until I decide I can deal with him without wanting to strangle him!
"I stand there crying - broken, in roughed up flip flops, a sweat soaked shirt, and scratched legs, praying hard I will find him."
So we have two inside dogs and we have cables set up for them outside so they can use the bathroom.
Well the dogs kept barking because they needed to go out, but I knew the mailman would be here soon. The boys don't like the mailman so I went out with them so I could take them in before he arrived at our house.
Well I saw him coming and tried to take the boys inside, but it was too late. They had already spotted him. Before I knew it they were barking and trying to break free of their leashes and chase him. I pulled them as tight as I could only leaving about a foot of slack to run. The mailman handed me the mail and went on his way, but somehow Chip loosened his collar and broke free.
He sniffed the mailman for a second, licked him, and ran away.
Now generally, when we're chasing Chip, it takes about 10 or 15 minutes to get ahold of him.
However, this dog must have been practicing for a marathon because there was no stopping him.
I ran and ran and ran and ran and ran after him! Many people tried to grab him, but he was just too quick and too small to catch. I can usually get close enough to tackle him to the ground, but that was not the case today. This dog ran with lightning speed. I chased him down our street, down a few blocks, down another street, over another block, down another street, through some yards, circled some parking lots, across the railroad tracks, and through some yards again. All in all I probably ran a good 2 & 1/2 to 3 miles.
Sweat was pouring off my face, as I stood panting trying to not only catch my breath but catch that stupid dog too! Me feet are dirty, my legs are scratched up from running through tall grass, and I'll have to check for ticks later. This is just not my day.
I'm ready to give up. I don't know how I'm going to catch him. I'm praying hard that he'll run to me and let me catch him. I'm so tired. Then all of a sudden he's gone. I must have distracted myself because he's nowhere to be found. I'm standing in a big clearing in someone's yard and all I can see is a pond and an open prairie. I stand there crying - broken, in roughed up flip flops, a sweat soaked shirt, and scratched legs, praying hard I will find him.
I search for about 10 minutes during my emotional breakdown, praying I'll find him.
Then I see something poke up from the pond.
THAT STUPID DOG WENT FOR A SWIM!
Oh by this point I am beyond furious.
All I want to do is strangle him. I don't even care if he drowns in that stupid pond!
Here I was crying thinking I'd lost him for good and he's down there playing in the water! UGH!
I run straight towards him with pure vengeance as he walks happily out of the water. He trots by me and tries to run, but it's too late. I tackled that dog to the ground and smacked into him like a train! I was sooo done! I pick him up and begin walking home. That was a very interesting 15 minute walk back to my house. We'd been gone for an hour and I was tired and thirsty. And to make matters worse I was covered in pond scum from that stupid dog!
By the time we got home he was completely dry, my shirt having already soaked up all the pond water. We both wreaked of fish and I could not have been anymore angry with him.
I quickly got him in the house and took him straight to the bathtub.
I had to be careful because I was still mad at him and I wasn't entirely sure that I wouldn't drown him.
Needless to say the dog did survive, but I locked him in the kitchen, where he will remain until I decide I can deal with him without wanting to strangle him!
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