Thursday, December 13, 2012
Day 348: Caught An Elderly Woman's Runaway Dog
My dog Vinny is a little squirt, so those little legs make it pretty tough for him to run away from. Well, that and the fact that he loves me more than anything in the world and feels the need to be attached to my hip whenever I am near. Needless to say, I have never had the experience of my dog running away from me and having to go all over the neighborhood to track him down. My lungs and legs got that experience today though. I was sitting in my car typing up some notes about a doctor I had just visited when all of a sudden I heard yelling. I popped my head up from my computer, but I couldn't see anyone, so I just put my head back down and continued working. A few seconds later I heard the yelling again, but this time I saw an older woman "running" down the street after her dog. The dog wasn't huge by any means (I think it was a poodle mix of some sort), but I soon found out how fast it was. I got out of my car, asked the lady what the dog's name was (hilariously, Gordon) and told her that I would get it for her. A few different times I actually got near enough to the dog where I could grasp at it, but I ended up looking like Rocky in the scene from Rocky II where he chases the chicken. After a couple of minutes, the Gordon finally relaxed or grew tired, and I was able to get his leash. I walked the dog back to the lady and she thanked me. I think I need to start chasing dogs, chickens, Isla, or whatever because that was one hell of a workout.
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This is so sweet of you (as all your acts), and I so wish more people would help. One of my dog's favorite activities is running away, and all I've gotten are rude looks and a "shouldn't that dog be on a leash!?!" (While I'm holding the leash obviously trying to get the dog's attention).
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This is so cute. I'm not elderly, but I am disabled, and I can't tell you how thankful I am to the people who've helped me out when my sister's chihuahuas have made escapes (or just wound their leads around me and/or the nearest tree.) The last time I was puppy sitting for an extended period of time the younger one was about the size of a guinea pig, but man can they run fast!
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