Is It Just Me?
Do you ever feel like you’re stuck in an old episode of I Love Lucy? I often wonder, do other people get in as many strange predicaments as I do and just not tell?
Suzanne Jalot, publisher of Dog Living Magazine, previewed Bo’s book BAD TO THE BONE: Memoir Of A Rebel Dogggie Blogger. When she finished she wanted to know if all the stories are true. I told her that indeed they were, it wasn’ t easy being me. Probably isn’t easy for Horst living with me.
I think of the book as a cross between I Love Lucy and Marley & Me, written through the dog. Unfortunately, I play Lucy. The whole point of this is what just transpired at our local PetSmart. I went over to buy the “kids” some food. I didn’t take Bo because it isn’t always easy for him to get around, Logan doesn’t like noise so he was out, and our beloved Copper turns a bit Cujo-ish around other dogs. Needless to say, she was definitely out.
Anyway, I’m in the store and had just grabbed my 40 lb bag of dog food. I slide it across the top of the cart and leave it there because otherwise it’s to hard for me to lift out, this way I just push it into the back of my car. As I’m headed for the register, with my bag horizontal across the top, I make sure to leave plenty of room between me and anyone walking by. I’m about 5 feet or so from the end of the aisle and there’s a lady blocking my way, I say excuse me, but she doesn’t really move. I say it again, still not much happening.
I don’t feel like turning around and going back down the aisle, I’m almost to the front, so I decide just to go around the other cart. At the end of this particular aisle is one of those front facing hanging displays, so you’ll see it and want to grab whatever is on it before you leave, an impulse buy. This display happened to contain about two hundred teeny, tiny cans of cat food.
I’m walking very close to the right side to squeeze by the other cart, I thought I had it. Then….I heard it….a very light tinking noise. The edge of my dog food bag hit the display and about 100 cans of the teeny, tiny cat food were now rolling across the floor. In every direction. While all the customers at the registers stared at me.
Hmmm…what to do? Do I pretend it wasn’t me? Maybe stare at the woman next to me and shrug my shoulders, make people think she did it? Do I start trying to round up the 100 rolling cans of cat food? Will the woman who should have moved her cart help me?
In the end the woman apologized, I started chasing cans, and a few customers came to help. So, is it just me, or does this stuff happen to other people? Share your funny story and you can win 50 zealies.
Oh, if you think this story is bad, it’s nothing compared to what Bo and I have gotten into. You still have time to order your copy of BAD TO THE BONE at the special pre-order price on Amazon. The book will be released in stores on September 29th!
*Dogster members Biscuit & Muffin
One weekend before Wade joined the family we took Lexie camping. It was early on Saturday morning and Lexie and her dad were up enjoying a cup of coffee while I was still in the tent. My husband and Lexie noticed me wake up. My husband told Lexie to go get mommy, go get her. Tnfortunately dogs don’t always look for a door and she dove right through the tent window ripping a decent sized hole in it. To this day we just replace the duct tape when we use it.
A few years back our two full sized American Bulldogs loved to greet anyone and anything that came to the door. We have one of those backyards where we let our pups run free (fenced in, of course). Being a beautiful spring day we let the boys outside and just left the screen door closed. When my mother came home, our dog Cooper came running to be let into the house. However, he could not wait and darted through the screen door. He not only broke the screen but managed to bring the screen with him running into the house. No worries, no puppies were hurt.
how ’bout this one…
I thought it was a good idea to bring my dogs to my wedding. I got them fancy jewel studded collars just for the event and washed them until they were perfect fluff balls. My sister brought them to the location and just as she was handing them off to my mother allie slipped out of her collar and took off an hour before the wedding. I drove around looking for her until 10 minutes before the ceremony so that I had time to get dressed. The Pasadena Humaine society had multiple trucks out searching for her.
Long story short 2 days later on our way home after going to multiple shelters we saw a dog running the wrong way down the shoulder of the 134 freeway being chased by CHP on a motorcycle. It was allie I pulled over and apparently ran into the freeway trying to catch her. He scolded me and I gave him the lost dog poster telling him we lost her on our wedding day. He made us sit and wait with our seat belts on while he tried to find her.
When he returned he apologized about scolding me and admitted that he had 2 labs at home. We devised a plan to find her.For the next 45 minutes dispach kept calling us and telling us to go to different locations. It was rush hour and we sat in traffic watching the cars stop and go as they tried to catch her. At this point there were multiple squad cars and a helecopter.
They eventually caught her on a campus of an elementary school that I work with. We have a newfound respect for the CHP and now donate religously to their widows and orphans fund. The funny thing was I told all the shelters that she smelled like flowers when the reality was she spent 2 days running our commute living or road kill and a landfill nearby. She smelled terrible but was totally fine despite the blisters on her paws form all the running. She now never lets us out of her site and never goes out on a leash without a harness.
Emily, that is one heck of a story! I’m so glad you finally got her back home safe and sound! Sounds like she learned a good lesson from it.