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| Even as a wee thing she had a thing for cats and couldn't even look at them or she'd go nutso with the thrill. |
You see when we arrived at the vet today she was running late so I thought we'd take a stroll, around the block instead of being cooped up in the vehicle. About one minute into our walk-- one minute-- a cat walks by all... catty. My St Bernard LOVES cats. Just adores them in every possible let-me-tear-after-them-please-please-please-please way. So I ordered her to sit. Now, she knows the only possible way she's going to handle this excitement is if she lays down, so she does. Just trembling with anticipation.
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| She is actually doing my daughter's homework here. Lol. It was a project about cats, so she went straight to the expert!!! |
whoosh. I was air born!
I could have let go of the leash but I tried to get control, because that's what desperate fools do. Somewhere in someone's flowerbed, I did. I was covered in slobber, mud, and grass, but I was back in control of a happy dog who was nudging me like we won some victory. Idiot.
I didn't look around to see how many people were laughing, but I'm sure I made the paper. When the facebook photos roll in, I'll post one, because if you can't laugh at yourself-- heck, who can you laugh at?
You ever get pulled by a crazy dog chasing after a cat? You see here's the thing, this has happened to me before, and last time, I vowed to let go of the leash and just let her have fun. She never actually catches the cat because she's slow and they are not. And she always comes back happy.
So why didn't I let go? Life's little mysteries.
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| Innocent fun, right? okay, how can I stay mad at that face? |
7 comments:
That's adorable in a frustrating, annoying, you're-covered-in-mud kind of way!
I wish that I could be the same with sending out queries--gleefully send them out and be delighted in the face of rejection, completely energized to keep going. Wait a minute...while I may not be "delighted in the face of rejection," I certainly keep trying, because I love writing and trying new ideas out...hmmm. It's Saturday morning, and I've just realized that I'm a writing dog.
Hahaha! A writing dog! hahahaha that's so funny!
We had labs and one was strong enough that when he decided to chase something, you were along for the ride. Probably not quite the same as flying behind a St. Bernard though! Hope you didn't make the news.
Oh Sara. What a dog, what a face. I agree you can't stay mad. My dog has one of those faces, too. And she's 45 pounds of pure muscle. I can't take her for walks because it's too exhausting. She tries to tear off after everything. Right now she's whining out the window at a squirrel, bird or chipmunk (Please, mommy, let me go out and play with that animal that's too afraid to let me come near it).
Tanya, I love your story. I'm starting to have trouble walking Lily now because she's getting so big. Anything she sees is worth running after as far as she's concerned--and I'm just about hanging on. In a few weeks time--I don't know. Your dog has a really great face. So forgiveable!
Lol my black Labrador does that for almost random reasons. Which is why I leave the dog walking to my brother. :-)
Hi Tanya, Come on over to my place. There are a couple of awards for you over there.
Love Valentina x
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