Ok folks. What follows is the story of how my morning went. If anyone can top it -- or come close --with a story of pet-induced mayhem.... there's prizes in it. Good stuff. I dare you to bring it ON.
Anyway. So here it is. Swears bleeped: It's the wee hours of the a.m. The alarm goes off. I rub the eyes and bring Teddy Bean downstairs for his walk. I grab the plastic bag, put on his harness, put on my coat and feel around on the table for the key....the walk key, which is the one with the safety pin attached. There are other backup keys, but not THE key. So, I think, woops, maybe I left it in the lock overnight. I open the door to see, and -- just like that -- Bean is out the door and heading parkward. (Bleep!)
I grab the leash pull the door a bit shut cause I don't want to lock myself out (which, believe me, I learned the hard way) and took off after his flouncy tail. He's trotting, not running. He turns the corner of my street. He's going at a good clip and repeatedly glancing back at me as if to say, "You still following me?" (Bleep!)
Whenever he's not looking at me, I'm running. When he looks, I try to walk and look calm. If he sees me run, he'll run. He's coming toward the end of the block where there's a traffic light. It's green. He's not stopping. (BLEEP! BLEEEEEEEP!)
A car stops and lets The Bean get across the street unharmed. As soon as he's in the park, he runs to another dog. I yell for the woman with the dog to grab Bean. She just smiles and waves. Bleep. Bean then sees a Beagle and runs over to him, which gives me time to get across the street and gain on him, all the while yelling, "Grab him! Hold him!" Thankfully, a nice quiet man that I see often walking with his sweet mutt, recognizes Teddy, realizes he's not supposed to be off-leash, comes up next to the Beagle and grabs him. I huff and puff over, and leash the wild Bean.
Story not over.
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