For those of you who enjoy hearing about my mis-adventures: I got freight trained by a 200 pound Great Dane. I was standing in the driveway watching Ricky Bobbie do zoomies when he decided to share his joy with me. I realized he was headed right for me but my mind reassured me that oh, hell stop in time. Then there was that split second that I saw in his eyes that he had realized he wouldnt be able to stop in time. Let me tell you, when a dog that size is barreling down on you, your entire body freezes and your life flashes in front of you. In his defense, at the last possible moment, he tried to save us by ducking his head and attempting to go through my legs. It was a valiant, life saving effort and Ricky Bobby survived. I, on the other hand, did not. Right down on the rocks in the driveway. RB continued his zoomies for another lap around the front yard and then returned to the scene of the crime. For one awful moment, I thought he was going to hit me again and my own sense of self preservation screamed, Lay low! It worked and by the time he could make another lap, I had crab crawled to the sanctuary of the back tire of my truck. From that safety point, I let loose a string of Cajun expletives that would curl a shrimp fishermans hair. Ricky was unfazed by that, (I guess he has heard them before).. Also, the promise I made about cutting his n...s off was an idle threat anyway. That ship has already sailed. Note to self, Next dog is a Chihuahua!
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 21:10:21 +0000
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