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I think I need to take a course in bodybuilding, because I have found out today just how out of shape I really am . . .
We have started tying Abby outside at the small doghouse (there is no lot there now, as it was torn down a couple of years ago) because our neighbor (whose backyard she was hanging out in during the day) put his house up for sale last Monday.
And yes, I've already talked with Mom about having a new lot built around the small doghouse . . . it's on our To Do list for 2013.
Last Wednesday, Abby's collar broke (it was the type that clamped in - basically a POS in my book) and she had gotten loose right before Mom and I had gotten home from work. Luckily, she came running right to me when I called for her after getting out of the car (she had run all the way down the street toward the next side street.)
Made an emergency run to Wallyworld to get a new collar Wed. night. This one you can't miss - flourescent pink 2" wide and adjustable (has the holes where the belt hook goes through, like a belt you wear around your waist - not sure how else to describe it.)
I let her into the house a little while ago after I came in. Maybe 30 minutes ago, I decided to go out to the deck.
Bad idea. Apparently the door wasn't closed and Abby ZOOMED past and ran right off the deck.
I go chasing after her. My phone was inside the house, and I didn't think to grab the leash (because I thought the door was closed.) She made a beeline for the neighbor's fence, waiting to be let in.
I grab her by the collar and try to steer her across the street back to our house. She wriggled loose and took off down the road.
She sees the neighbors out on their porch at the house right behind our neighbors', so I follow her over. Just as I get hold of her collar (and one of the neighbors was trying to help, as she was wanting to visit and sniff everybody - and don't ask me why she wants to stick her nose in somebody's butt - all I can say on that is she ain't right, ya'll) she takes off yet again down the road and toward the next house.
One of the neighbors came off the porch and was trying to help me catch her. We chased her over to the next house from there, then to the corner house, where just as we had her collared, the lady's Pit Bull puppy came out, along with her toddler child (they were both cute as could be, BTW) and the puppy kept trying to jump around and play with Abby.
Needless to say, Momma came out with the leash and got the puppy - guy next door was out in his fence with his grown Pit Bull - and that big baby was throwing a fit and barking up a storm - here Abby and me try to get down the hilly back yard toward the side road.
Needless to say, her collar slipped over her head just as I had to let go - it was either that or I was going to go head first down the hill and into the road! She goes across the street and we collared her again on their deck.
Got her collar back on, and started dragging her back. By this time, I'm almost out of breath. Neighbor is trying to keep her attention, as Abby was wanting to run back the other way. But we managed to get her around the corner and across to our side of the street.
Then she decides she wants to stop and sit in the middle of the road. Uh, nope. You've done wore me out, you're going back inside the house.
So I start dragging her again - at one point I had to push her behind to get her to move. As we get into our backyard and around the car, she broke loose and FINALLY got her butt up the steps and onto the deck.
I closed that door and let her in the back door and she collapsed on the floor in the laundry room.
My legs are still sore, my shoulder has taken a beating from trying to drag her (and my left one has been hurting for months now and I'm hoping it'll stop soon . . .) She got a bowl of water, I went out to the deck and got a smoke (which is WHAT I WANTED TO DO TO BEGIN WITH) and now she's flopped out against my office door as I type this up.
She's got no right to be tired . . . I'm the one who got up at 5 this morning and went to work. I'm the one who worked from 7 until almost 3, came home and had to clean up the kitchen and run laundry. I'm the one who should be wore out.
I'm SO going to kill that dog . . .
We have started tying Abby outside at the small doghouse (there is no lot there now, as it was torn down a couple of years ago) because our neighbor (whose backyard she was hanging out in during the day) put his house up for sale last Monday.
And yes, I've already talked with Mom about having a new lot built around the small doghouse . . . it's on our To Do list for 2013.
Last Wednesday, Abby's collar broke (it was the type that clamped in - basically a POS in my book) and she had gotten loose right before Mom and I had gotten home from work. Luckily, she came running right to me when I called for her after getting out of the car (she had run all the way down the street toward the next side street.)
Made an emergency run to Wallyworld to get a new collar Wed. night. This one you can't miss - flourescent pink 2" wide and adjustable (has the holes where the belt hook goes through, like a belt you wear around your waist - not sure how else to describe it.)
I let her into the house a little while ago after I came in. Maybe 30 minutes ago, I decided to go out to the deck.
Bad idea. Apparently the door wasn't closed and Abby ZOOMED past and ran right off the deck.
I go chasing after her. My phone was inside the house, and I didn't think to grab the leash (because I thought the door was closed.) She made a beeline for the neighbor's fence, waiting to be let in.
I grab her by the collar and try to steer her across the street back to our house. She wriggled loose and took off down the road.
She sees the neighbors out on their porch at the house right behind our neighbors', so I follow her over. Just as I get hold of her collar (and one of the neighbors was trying to help, as she was wanting to visit and sniff everybody - and don't ask me why she wants to stick her nose in somebody's butt - all I can say on that is she ain't right, ya'll) she takes off yet again down the road and toward the next house.
One of the neighbors came off the porch and was trying to help me catch her. We chased her over to the next house from there, then to the corner house, where just as we had her collared, the lady's Pit Bull puppy came out, along with her toddler child (they were both cute as could be, BTW) and the puppy kept trying to jump around and play with Abby.
Needless to say, Momma came out with the leash and got the puppy - guy next door was out in his fence with his grown Pit Bull - and that big baby was throwing a fit and barking up a storm - here Abby and me try to get down the hilly back yard toward the side road.
Needless to say, her collar slipped over her head just as I had to let go - it was either that or I was going to go head first down the hill and into the road! She goes across the street and we collared her again on their deck.
Got her collar back on, and started dragging her back. By this time, I'm almost out of breath. Neighbor is trying to keep her attention, as Abby was wanting to run back the other way. But we managed to get her around the corner and across to our side of the street.
Then she decides she wants to stop and sit in the middle of the road. Uh, nope. You've done wore me out, you're going back inside the house.
So I start dragging her again - at one point I had to push her behind to get her to move. As we get into our backyard and around the car, she broke loose and FINALLY got her butt up the steps and onto the deck.
I closed that door and let her in the back door and she collapsed on the floor in the laundry room.
My legs are still sore, my shoulder has taken a beating from trying to drag her (and my left one has been hurting for months now and I'm hoping it'll stop soon . . .) She got a bowl of water, I went out to the deck and got a smoke (which is WHAT I WANTED TO DO TO BEGIN WITH) and now she's flopped out against my office door as I type this up.
She's got no right to be tired . . . I'm the one who got up at 5 this morning and went to work. I'm the one who worked from 7 until almost 3, came home and had to clean up the kitchen and run laundry. I'm the one who should be wore out.
I'm SO going to kill that dog . . .
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