This is a little awkward to share with all of you, but since I’m incapable of keeping such things to myself, I see no point in censoring my story now.
To quote my oldest son over dinner the other night, “Mom, we all know you’re gonna miss heaven anyway, so why do it by only three inches?”
Obviously he’s my favorite.
After work today I was feeling sort of sluggish so rather than give in to the feeling and crash on the couch, I decided to take the dogs out for a nice, ladylike stroll. We sauntered through the neighborhoods in our finery, waving benevolently at the many cars driving past.
Everything was going swimmingly. We were on our way back, a few tenths of a mile from home when an extremely enthusiastic, mammoth dog with a deep, booming bark began racing towards the four of us with a laser like focus.
Molly, Noel, and Blackie (my pups) were not big fans of this approach. Chaos ensued. I found myself abruptly at a standstill on the side of the road with all three girls’ leashes wrapped tightly around my legs like we were in some sort of bondage movie, while the enormous, roughly 175 pound chocolate lab circled us like an electron to our nucleus, sniffing all of our asses. Very thoroughly.
The owner, an older man, came right outside and pulled our suitor gently off, and attempted to help untangle my legs. They looked like a maypole with the pups bright, pink leashes wrapped in every direction. However, judging by the delightedly wagging tail of the giant lab, all four of us girls passed muster. And really, I guess that’s all that counts.
🤣😂😍
Dale
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