Monday morning dawned bright and clear as usual here in the semi-desert. It was the day of picking up your dogs from the kennel after being away for the weekend.
I went to get our dysfunctional bowel animal from her home away from home and was greeted with whines and excitement. She is always happy to come back home. Putting her in the backseat, I had to constantly tell her to get out of my face while I was driving.
"Yes, yes. You get to go home now. Good doggie. No! Get out of my face, dog! Okay, it'll be alright. Good girl."
After I filled the tank with gas, I turned toward home and I ended up behind a pickup truck with two beautiful yellow labs standing in the truckbed.
I commented to Leigh about the two nice doggies and how pretty they were, but she didn't seem too impressed with them.
A little ways down the road, I was chatting with the dog (don't ask me why) when my eyes were riveted on the truck flying down the road in front of me.
I never thought I'd see the day, but one of those yellow labs did a somersault out of the truckbed, and rolled over and over on the side of the road creating a cloud of dirt.
By the time the dog had finished rolling around and stood up, the owner had hit the brakes. Thankfully, the dog looked fine to me if a little dazed.
I'm sure I made a comical impression with my mouth wide open yelling, "Oh, my gosh!" over and over again.
I may have yelled at our dog and okay, so maybe I have spanked her, too, (I have since learned that doesn't work....at all) but I can say she has never fallen out of my car.
Of course, that's not to say that won't ever happen either.
I went to get our dysfunctional bowel animal from her home away from home and was greeted with whines and excitement. She is always happy to come back home. Putting her in the backseat, I had to constantly tell her to get out of my face while I was driving.
"Yes, yes. You get to go home now. Good doggie. No! Get out of my face, dog! Okay, it'll be alright. Good girl."
After I filled the tank with gas, I turned toward home and I ended up behind a pickup truck with two beautiful yellow labs standing in the truckbed.
I commented to Leigh about the two nice doggies and how pretty they were, but she didn't seem too impressed with them.
A little ways down the road, I was chatting with the dog (don't ask me why) when my eyes were riveted on the truck flying down the road in front of me.
I never thought I'd see the day, but one of those yellow labs did a somersault out of the truckbed, and rolled over and over on the side of the road creating a cloud of dirt.
By the time the dog had finished rolling around and stood up, the owner had hit the brakes. Thankfully, the dog looked fine to me if a little dazed.
I'm sure I made a comical impression with my mouth wide open yelling, "Oh, my gosh!" over and over again.
I may have yelled at our dog and okay, so maybe I have spanked her, too, (I have since learned that doesn't work....at all) but I can say she has never fallen out of my car.
Of course, that's not to say that won't ever happen either.
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