I have a dog. A little dog. I know, you already know this. My dog loves people. LOVES people. And running. And running to the bus stop in the morning.
Yesterday, she got out. Now we're still working on basic commands like "come." She's pretty good at "come"...if she knows you have a treat. But unfortunately, "come" is not powerful enough to overcome the siren song of the bus stop.
Like I said, she got out into the front yard. Which she does on occasion. Usually she just hangs out nearby. But schools been out for a week. She hasn't seen her bus stop entourage. She's apparently going through bus stop withdrawal.
Which explains why she headed straight down that way. I got her to stop, but hadn't yet convinced her to "come" when all heck broke loose. She spotted some of the boys from the bus stop walking to the park. They were a full block away. And away she went. Charging past me, barrelling out across the street - without looking...I might add. Straight towards the boys, who by this time had gone around the corner and out of my sight.
I gave chase. Remember though, it's summertime, and I wasn't wearing my running flip flops. Nope, I was wearing my cutie wedge flip flops. And a skirt. Picture if you will...little dog running down the street, ears flying back. Middle aged mom (me) running after said dog at top "mom" speed in a skirt and flip flops.
Next up, comes teen aged boy (Brian), who was barefoot, following suit, and overtaking mom in flip flops. The dog, by this point, had come to rest at the feet of a group of boys, tail wagging. "Hi, hi, hi, whatcha doin?" "whatcha doin?" "wanna play, huh, wanna play, hi hi hi."
Brian reaches her, and scoops her up. I catch up to them. "hi, hi, hi, did you see me? did you see me? I ran real fast...real fast. Hi, hi, hi!" "you ran good too, mom!!" "can we do it again?" "can we, can we?"
She is soooo grounded.