We’ve all had “those’ days. Today felt like one. The beginning went fine, I made it to school, managed to not fall asleep in math class (a brilliant accomplishment at 9:30 am), and pulled off a nap in the car between classes. It was when I went home that all hell broke loose. Of course, I was later than I wanted to be because I had a lesson to teach after school. Leaving six dogs crated all day is just not a good idea. They were good, but so much happy joy wagging whining ohboyyoucameback joy joy!
I got everyone leashed up and down the stairs and headed for the canyon, only to notice that animal control was heading down the street. Great, just what I need. Can you imagine, I’ve got five dogs on leashes spinning circles and nearly killing each other, the border collie is not on a leash at all, and Dyson is still waiting in the car. I have these horrible images of animal control trying to stop me to ask about “all those dogs.” Being a chicken, I hustled them into the canyon and down the bank out of sight of the street, hoping that animal control somehow managed to miss the giant herd of dogs screaming by. Dogs all go bat nuts, there is much gleeful evacuating of the bladders and bowels. I take a breath, all seems to be well, doggies will run and life will be good. Then I hear the most awful, chilling dog noise. Sounds like someone is stuck or has found something really scary. Sure enough, Jester is missing, and this is his alarm “ohshitmomthisisareallybigdealandi’mscared” bark. Everyone else is still going potty, so I call him and he comes ripping out of the bushes breathing heavily. Well, he’s in one piece, so I’m imaging maybe animal control is there to catch something of pick something up and he saw it. I look over to where he came from and can see movement, tall, hmm, is that a deer? Can’t be, wrong habitat. Holy crap, it’s a coyote! My little dog ran smack into a coyote!! It comes around the corner and just stands there and stares at us. I’m busily leashing dogs back up, praying that they don’t notice the coyote a little over 100 feet away. Cause THAT would be a disaster of Herculean proportions. It could only go wrong, wrong, wrong. Freakishly, they didn’t. They were all so focused on me and what treats I may have in my pocket, they totally missed the coyote staring at them. I stared at the coyote, it stared at me. Finally, I got my wits together and hustled the dogs out of the canyon and into the car. We’ll have to find somewhere else to play today.
Took them up to the school and played ball until dark. They are worn out, life is happy. I bring them home and take Bea, Lil, and Max into the dog room, and hear my little bird talking to me. Pixie? Why do you sound so close? Oh, of course, because you are sitting on the toy box in the dog room. What the hell are you doing in here? Oh my holy cow, I left the bird out ALL DAY. The destructive, cord eating, cat chasing bird. Not in her cage. All day long. Oh, heaven help me, what next?
I think that we managed to escape any great catastrophes, barely. No one got eaten by a coyote, Jester is fine, and Pixie doesn’t seem to have destroyed anything in her adventures today. Seriously, my brain is fried. Done, cooked, had enough. And they wonder why I’m crazy……..
Posted on October 2nd, 2007 by michelle
Filed under: My dogs, Random run ins
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