Last night, Husband, Charley, Trudy and I ventured out for a family walk. This wasn't the first family walk that we've taken. However, it was the first walk where Trudy has been, well, Trudy.
Bringing Charley home and combining baby with an overprotective dog gave me pause. Fortunately, things have gone well. We've been consistent with T's walk schedule and she gives Charley lots of sniffs and licks. T has taken to napping under the crib, which is quite endearing. But now I'm getting off track.
As we're finishing the walk, Husband makes the mistake of unclipping the leash before getting in the house. That one nanosecond was all it took. T pulled her fake out move and was in the neighbor's yard in a blink. She paused, looked back at us with the distinctive "eff you" expression and took off.
Baby was hungry, so I was off the hook for chasing, which left Husband. I settled on the couch to watch whatever Gordon Ramsey show is on at 8pm. (The man is on some channel every hour of the day.) At 8:45pm, Husband and dog return.
Trudy had decided to go on an adventure, which included crossing over Paseo and frolicking through the neighborhood on the east side. According to Husband, the chase provided quite the entertainment. He estimated 15 people came out on their porches to watch him try to catch Trudy. One woman pulled over in her car and started calling people, which Husband suspected was how more and more people knew to come outside.
The audience provided helpful guidance such as:
"That dog don't want no part of you!" (No kidding.)
"You think that dog gonna mind you when you call?" (Clearly not.)
"That dog must be part fox!" (We don't know if this is even possible, but we hear it a lot.)
Finally, a kind man pulled up along side Husband with a chicken bone and offered to help corner Trudy. The chicken bone worked and man gave both Husband and T a ride home. However, as punishment Trudy did not receive her nightly popcorn allocation. Sadly, I don't think she cared.
Bringing Charley home and combining baby with an overprotective dog gave me pause. Fortunately, things have gone well. We've been consistent with T's walk schedule and she gives Charley lots of sniffs and licks. T has taken to napping under the crib, which is quite endearing. But now I'm getting off track.
As we're finishing the walk, Husband makes the mistake of unclipping the leash before getting in the house. That one nanosecond was all it took. T pulled her fake out move and was in the neighbor's yard in a blink. She paused, looked back at us with the distinctive "eff you" expression and took off.
Baby was hungry, so I was off the hook for chasing, which left Husband. I settled on the couch to watch whatever Gordon Ramsey show is on at 8pm. (The man is on some channel every hour of the day.) At 8:45pm, Husband and dog return.
Trudy had decided to go on an adventure, which included crossing over Paseo and frolicking through the neighborhood on the east side. According to Husband, the chase provided quite the entertainment. He estimated 15 people came out on their porches to watch him try to catch Trudy. One woman pulled over in her car and started calling people, which Husband suspected was how more and more people knew to come outside.
The audience provided helpful guidance such as:
"That dog don't want no part of you!" (No kidding.)
"You think that dog gonna mind you when you call?" (Clearly not.)
"That dog must be part fox!" (We don't know if this is even possible, but we hear it a lot.)
Finally, a kind man pulled up along side Husband with a chicken bone and offered to help corner Trudy. The chicken bone worked and man gave both Husband and T a ride home. However, as punishment Trudy did not receive her nightly popcorn allocation. Sadly, I don't think she cared.
I'm laughing so hard my side hurts. Oh, Trudy. Oh, Trudy. Husband is going to have to get some new tennies to keep up.
ReplyDeleteI later found out the man that helped was named Leon, which Husband figured out since it said LEON across his gold grill. Many thanks, Leon.
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