Everything that happens to me now I immediately think, "Oh, I can blog about this!" Such is the following incident. Walgreens is my grocery store... milk, eggs, yogurt... you name it, they have it. It's been a long cold winter and although it is pouring rain, I'm thinkin' I need milk and Apollo needs to get out of the house, so I load him up into the car and head out. Be aware this dog weighs 85 lbs and has a mind of his own and yes, I have spoiled him. He usually does well in the car, sticking his head out the window and saying hi to other drivers who smile back, but today was not one of those days. I park, run in, grab the milk and was back out to my car in less than 5 minutes tops. No dog! I'm looking at my car as I am walking towards it and I don't see him. I start thinking maybe I didn't lock the thing and someone kidnapped my dog. He is usually there waiting for me with his face smashed to the window as if to say, "How could you leave me alone like this and are you bringing me any food?" I open my car door and out he tumbles at my feet in a heap onto the wet cement, legs and feet flailing. Doggie treats literally go flying all over my car. I am like, WTF??? How did he get his immense body on the floor between the steering wheel and my seat? Then I remember, I left a box of dog treats under my seat yesterday. Huge mistake on my part. I grab his collar helping him up onto his feet, open the back door and he pounces into the car like Tigger. He immediately begins skyrocketing out of control all over the car scarfing up the treats. I am just praying no one is watching me because I know I look like a wild woman with an untrained animal. He finally settles down and I drive home.
You would think one incident like this is enough, but apparently, not for me. As the two of us are heading into the house he takes a hike around the back yard. Well, what do you think happened next? First rain after a long cold winter? Yep, wet poop! He steps right in it! I unlock my back door and he bolts inside. I yell, "STOOOOOOOOOOOP!!" and in trying to do so, he slams on his brakes and slides into the kitchen wall leaving a 5 foot trail of wet poop behind him and splattered right up my kitchen wall. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwe!!! I am thinking next time I need milk, Apollo is staying home. Son, are you reading this????
UPDATE: Ok, now I don't feel so bad! Crazy Dog
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I have a zillion really funny stories about these odd, wonderful cats I have but I am always afraid to bore the readers. Stories like this make me think again...... Thanks! Scooby snack for you!
He is a really gorgeous boy, though, and clearly deserves to be spoiled rotten.
On another note, so sorry for the loss of your buddy. I lost my four-footed friend a while ago too, and it's so painful. Someone said that unless you're eighty, and the pet is a turtle, a pet is just a tragedy in a box, and I'm beginning to think they're right.