Hello & happy Wednesday friends!
I hope you all are having a good week so far :). I am currently sipping tea to help fight of raging post nasal drip and fight this sore throat from it. #kermitstyle
I wanted to share my Tuesday morning, as it was one of my more challenging mornings and perhaps you will get a laugh :).
So yesterday morning, I woke up to the sound of whiny dogs that needed to go outside. Since I have border collie mixes (all about that herd and/or chase life), I like to peek outside before letting them out – just in case they are inspired by a fellow dog, squirrel or cat. So while I popped my bed head, blurry eyed head outside, deemed the coast as clear – I released the hounds!
It turns out, my sleepy eyes deceived me.
There happened to be a strolling cat across the street, Barley and Sydney decided they wanted to play chase….turns out kitty was not about it. All I saw was paws. Dog paws, cat paws & my paws! Yes, my ill mannered dogs took off across the street to the bad “run-into-your-car-and-not-tell-you” neighbors, chasing poor kitty. Mind you, it is 6:10A, I am rocking bed head, plaid pj pants, no shoes (which became an issue) and glasses – yelling at these fools and start to jaunt towards them…barefoot.
For all the years of “living in the sticks” you would think that I would have more durable feet. I cannot walk on gravel to save my life. I just can’t, I am sure it is an equivalent of watching someone walk on coal & with less grace. My swift feet did not muster up the strength to take on running across the horrid, jagged little spikes (gravel) so I had to run back inside to grab some slip-ons and TRY to run after these ANIMALS.
It was waaayyy too early for this shit. I had not even had coffee 😒.
With my foot protectors on (sexy black clogs), I made sure Ana was safe – at least the blind dog is good! Then I started my mission (take two)….then it happened. First stride out, I felt a cool breeze by my lady parts but I did not think much about it, it was still pretty early and cool and I DID NOT HAVE TIME TO THINK!
MUST. SAVE. DOGS.
also, the cat & of course scold the pups for running off, they could have been hurt!
I rally the hounds by their collars and with my “mom” voice. With a dog in each hand, safely crossing the street, my pj pants which also had a loose elastic band was half falling down slowly and not to mention, I found the source of the artic draft by my nether regions…. I SPLIT my effing pants. Sorry neighbors…all aboard the hot mess express…🤷🏻♀️
That’s right ladies and gents, I split my pants before 6:25A and that is a new record for me. Also, a sign of how the day was going to go. Yes, there it was – high thigh, straight down to my knee, split and flapping about.
I guess that is what I get for trying to be athletic. Note to self, sleep with running shoes on and stretchy pants to allow for movement. I am sure the pups were snickering under their “sad puppy dog face” Uh huh, they knew they were in trouble and also realizing their mother is a mess. I think this calls for a repeat image:
Anyway, since most of my action occurred before even getting dressed, the rest of the day was pretty low key. Work came and went with ease, I dodged the down pour while I waited for the bus and ate cocoa puffs for dinner…2 bowls….like a true adult. I also think I was in bed by 10:30P so there is that too.
I think that is about it for today, sorry for the short post.
Do you have any fun dog stories!? I would love to hear them 🙂