Doggone Lucky

            I totes missed a blog Thursday. So sorry! I promise that I’ll try to do better.

            Speaking of doing better…

            I have a dog that needs to do better as well. I don’t know what has gotten into her the last few days, but she is pressing our buttons. She has completely lost her mind twice lately. The Charmed One got so mad at her the other night that a “Free” sign came out of nowhere. I had to interject before that sign was snapped onto the poor dog’s collar and taken out for the whole city to see.

            Then of course last night I took the Princesses out for their final walk of the evening. It was late, but there were a lot of people out and about. We went to our favorite park, and just as she was about to do her business lightning flashed. Now, she is a rescue so she is skittish to begin with. The lightning put her on edge. So we walked, she tried to get under my feet. Her sister did her business, ole Troubled One kept trying to trip me up. This resulted in me tugging at her leash a little bit. Well, she didn’t like that either. So she planted her feet and shook her head. Off came her collar. And off went the dog, running through the park.

I am the Queen!

            Then, of course, off went Kelly yelling like a mad woman. And pulling the poor other dog, the Queen. Keep in mind that the Troubled One’s real name is Savannah. So here I am, trying to run after one dog, yelling, “Savannah! Savannah!” Here is our poor elderly Queen, who DOES NOT RUN AT ALL. She prances. Imagine my horror when Troubled One went to cross the road. My heart about fell right out of my chest. There were cars coming. Fortunately they must have seen the dog on the loose and a crazy woman trying to run along to catch said dog, and virtually pulling another. I don’t know how, but she made it across the road and kept on running straight down the sidewalk. The Queen and I made it across the street, but by now we were well behind ole Troubled One. I quit yelling her name, her fate was totally in someone else’s hands. The only saving grace was she was heading right for our home, two and a half blocks away. I could only hope.

            I had tunnel vision. All I could see is one of my babies getting hurt or worse. She crossed another road thankfully with no problems. Then she made a quick right and ran up a set of stairs. My heart slowed slightly. I saw the Charmed One step out onto the porch and grab her. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

            Trust me when I tell you that relief flooded me, but my temper was another story. It wasn’t until late the next day that I was able to even think about how smart she is to know her way home. K

            Oh my lucky stars! Thank the heavens. Her collar has been tightened. A lot.

            Do you have pets? What have they done to cause you stress?