So the other day, I was walking my dog just like every other day.
Here's Buddy. He's a cutie right?
(Mine is in the front view. That other thing in the back, I don't recognize. KIDDING! It's my sister's dog, Max)
Ok, walking the dog, going about my business. Got my headphones in, listening to Yvie Oddly's Giggin. You know, getting my morning blood flowing with my dog, right?
Out the corner of my eye, I see something moving, quickly. As I turn my head, this very happy ecstatic Pit Bull, obviously off the leash, comes bounding towards us. My first instinct was to pick up my dog, so I did. My second thought is that this dog is going to get hit being out in morning traffic in Charlotte. So as I'm thinking this, I have my dog under my arm. And Buddy under normal circumstances is still a considerable heft and weight. But there is a dog in the picture. And of course at this point, I'm now yelling out "GO HOME! GO HOME!" to the loose pit, attempting to and failing to get him to go back to safety. But Buddy, doesn't understand that. All he hears is: .
So he's flipping his lid while he thinks I'm flipping my lid.
Mind you, this is all happening on a fairly busy road in the morning. Me, barely holding my yelling, considerably weighted dog, while I flail my arms also yelling on this busy road in the city. I know I looked crazy. Good news is that the dog turned and immediately went home, which probably added to the apparent crazy routine that I was performing for all on their morning commute. The moment has brought great joy to me this week. Hope it at least gives you a chuckle.
Here's Buddy. He's a cutie right?
(Mine is in the front view. That other thing in the back, I don't recognize. KIDDING! It's my sister's dog, Max)
Ok, walking the dog, going about my business. Got my headphones in, listening to Yvie Oddly's Giggin. You know, getting my morning blood flowing with my dog, right?
Out the corner of my eye, I see something moving, quickly. As I turn my head, this very happy ecstatic Pit Bull, obviously off the leash, comes bounding towards us. My first instinct was to pick up my dog, so I did. My second thought is that this dog is going to get hit being out in morning traffic in Charlotte. So as I'm thinking this, I have my dog under my arm. And Buddy under normal circumstances is still a considerable heft and weight. But there is a dog in the picture. And of course at this point, I'm now yelling out "GO HOME! GO HOME!" to the loose pit, attempting to and failing to get him to go back to safety. But Buddy, doesn't understand that. All he hears is: .
So he's flipping his lid while he thinks I'm flipping my lid.
Mind you, this is all happening on a fairly busy road in the morning. Me, barely holding my yelling, considerably weighted dog, while I flail my arms also yelling on this busy road in the city. I know I looked crazy. Good news is that the dog turned and immediately went home, which probably added to the apparent crazy routine that I was performing for all on their morning commute. The moment has brought great joy to me this week. Hope it at least gives you a chuckle.
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