I've started walking the dogs again. My hips are still a bit creaky, but the doc said "Use 'em or lose 'em, babe."
So here I am shuffling along at seven in the morning with two young dogs bouncing in front of me. It's like walking two furry basketballs. Self-dribbling basketballs.
I got to the end of my street where the houses face a strip of common ground that runs along the sidewalk. I often walk the dogs along the common ground, which they love, and it gets us off the concrete.
Dax sees a squirrel and takes off at a dead run. Both leashes fly out of my hand, my foot slips in the mud and I end up on my butt. I am not a small person, so this makes an audible "splat" noise. I now have mud all over my fundament, my hair, my face, and, because I am laughing like an idiot, my teeth.
A child of about eight or nine bursts out of a nearby house and goes zipping toward my dogs yelling about catching them. I keep yelling, "Not the brown dog, honey! Leave the brown dog alone!" Dax is afraid of children and a bit unpredictable around them.
I am now on my hands and knees in the mud, but I am having a hard time getting to my feet. I call Dax and she comes to me and I use her back to get to my feet. Boy am I glad that I taught her "brace."
The child comes back more or less leading a delighted Paulo. He thinks he has caught something that he'll be allowed to take home.
She asks me if I am hurt and I say only my pride is hurt. At which point a man walks up who I assume is her Dad.
She goes running up to him chattering about catching the dogs and that the brown dog is afraid of kids and that the lady says her pride is hurt. She wants to know what part of the body is the pride?
Her dad looks at the mud dripping fat lady with dirt in her teeth standing before him with two unrepentant dogs wagging away at her side.
Oh cat, I'm sorry you had a bad walk, but you sure are a great story teller. I've had a dog drag me in the woods chasing a squirrel, and fallen down a steep snow bank in front of people of course lol, and couldn't get up cuz it was so slippery. I was laughing, and the dog finally came back, and cuddled in the snow with me.
While the image in my head made me crack up, I do feel for you. Poor girl you, I am sure you will laugh about it one day soon too, but I can only imagine the initial panic, fright, then embarrasment.....<<hugs>>
People are like slinky's, not really good for much. But its still fun to push them down the stairs.
LMAO!! Thats to funny! I've had my share of being draged in the mud.. haha First was a bouceron named bronx 1½ years old and just full of fun.. I had him on a long leash and he took of after Luke and I found myself being draged about 15 meters in the park. Because I was puppysitting the dog I didn't dare let go, when he finally stopped I had a huge chunk och gras in my t-shirt and mouth, grassstains by the dozen and till this day still havn't found my sunglasses.
The second time was when I worked at a doggy daycare center and was walking a huge great dane named Zack, We always walked him 2 and 2 but my help was walking right behind me as we go around a bush.... Zack sees a little cairn terrier and just has to have a sniff and play so he takes off at a run and as my coworker explained - all of a sudden I disapeared, I litteraly left the ground and was flying in the air. In mid-air I decide to let go and I did just in the nick of time!.. I flew right into a tree and skraped my whole back, hadn't I let go I'm afriad my shoulder would've been dislocated. I stood up on shaky legs and walked over to the owner of the cairn terrier that had hidden herself in a bush screeming at me to get the dog.. When I do she asks my rudely how could I have let this happen her dog was going to have a heart attack.. (yeah right.. he fell in love with Zack) I calmly tried to tell her that I really couldn't have done anything if 90 kilos wants to go somewhere the 50 kilos behind are just gonna have to tag along. She didn't seem to have as much fun as my coworker who was lying on the ground laughing histaricly..
Oh and cat- I can soooo understand the bouncing fur ball, Luke is the exact same :)
Good thing you didn't get hurt and thanks a bunch for sharing. Maybe my stories will be a little band-aid for you pride :)
If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then giving Fido only two of them.
Hehe, that is pretty funny! Hopefully your fall didn't hurt! I've had my share of embarresing moments, I fell off a horse, i bounced right off that fat ponies rear, it was funny, but my spur got caught in in the iron, so i got dragged by the horse in cross country, i was laughing so hard. I normally have good balance or hang on, i'm normally the last person in the barn too fall off, so everone was in shock when they saw me fall LOL :) We went down this steep ditch, and so the pony had to jump really high across, so i wasn't expecting it, and dougan is just so slow :)
And about 5 months ago when my awesome Angel was still here, I was riding my regular scooter, and had Angel on a leash beside me, and when Angel saw a bird on the street, she took off running, and i got pulled down to the ground with my scooter, from a 9 lb dog, and even worse a really hot boy was walking by. I was laughing so hard, and i turned to look at him and he was laughing too. Angel had this really confused look on her face, she was looking at me then the bird, trying to figure out who to go to, i think she felt bad that she pulled my off my scooter. I decided to scare the living crap out of Angel, so i layed in the street pretending to be dead, and Angel came running so fast at me, and licked my face, then i ran all the way home and she chased after me, i loved that dog soooooooooooo much. It was especially funny to see that lost look in her eyes, she felt guilty, but i could never get mad at Angel. I had scrapes all over me from the street :)
Sorry you had a bad day catdogmom! At least you still have your doggies with you, and keep working with your leg to make it heel. Maybe try riding a bike and have your dogs run beside you, a bike is always fun to ride. It's like riding a horse, but slower and less thrilling! :)
I hope your "pride" isn't sore today. Sometimes the aches hit you later. I have tripped or slipped so many times walking Max that he just stops in his tracks the minute he hears the plastic part of the retractable leash hit the pavement. I don't have issues with my joints or any other reason to have a hard time walking. I have no excuse. I'm just a klutz! A tiny piece of gravel on an otherwise smooth parking lot...BANG...down I go. Last time I ruined leather gloves and scraped my chin because I went face first. But so far, no witnesses so my pride is intact. LOL So I guess you'll be taking a different route on your next walk?
Hi Cat, You are a great storyteller and I enjoyed the read (and the laugh) this morning.
Several years ago my husband and I owned a black lab. Once, while there was snow on the ground, my husband tied a karate belt around my waist, picked me up and put me on the ground on my rear-end and gave the other end to our dog. The dog loved tug-of-war and persisted to drag me (laughing and screaming) around the front yard in the snow.
My husband had a good laugh as did I though I was also pretty embarrassed since our neighbors witnessed the event. I eventually got my revenge on my husband but that is another story entirely.
Anyway, thanks for the mental picture and the good laugh. I enjoyed it!