Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Dog gone it.....


Yeah....


This week has been kind of hectic. It started that way, it will no doubt end that way.


"Why? What happened?" you ask.


Well, let me tell you.


In an effort to get my kids around and to daycare their first weekday of summer vacation, I found myself running around the house randomly shouting things like:



"PUT ON YOUR SHOES!"

"TOOTHPASTE GOES IN YOUR MOUTH NOT ON THE FLOOR!"

"YOU HAVE GOT TO WEAR SHOES!"

"DRINKS!?!? NO! YOU CAN'T HAVE A DRINK! IF YOU DON'T GET IN THE CAR, MOMMY WON'T HAVE A JOB AND WE WON'T BE ABLE TO AFFORD TO HAVE DRINKS?"
(I don't know where my kids get their sense of drama from....)

"I TOLD YOU TO PUT ON YOUR CLOTHES, NOT PLAY WITH A SLINKY!"

The list is truly endless. Mornings are not our most serene and tranquil times.

Once everyone was in the car there were repeated re-entry's to the house to retrieve forgotten items.

It was truly a miracle when I was finally able to start the car and back out of the driveway.

Well....it was a miracle until I heard the yelping and miserable howling of our dog, Rowdy!

I yelled, "Kids! I think I ran over Rowdy!" as if they were not astute enough at 4 and 7 to be able to figure that out by the painful noise and the sound of thrashing that was coming from underneath my car.

I chose to pull forward-and what I thought was- off of Rowdy. It was at this point there was a LOUD high pitched noise and an actual "BUMP" was felt.


Yes. The car actually "bumped".


I jumped out of the car not knowing what I would find, but figuring it wouldn't be good.


Rowdy was running (which was good) away from me and the car (which was not good). I hollered at him and he actually did turn and come back to me. I petted him and asked him if he was OK.


Surprisingly, he didn't answer.
Shock, I know.


I told him I was sorry and then got in the car and headed towards town. I called my husband and asked him if I should load Rowdy up and take him to the vet. I was afraid that there might be internal injuries and that we wouldn't know about them until it was too late.


He suggested I go on into town and drop the kids off at daycare and then return to the house. At this point he wanted me to call him and recount to him how Rowdy was acting.

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I got home and found Rowdy where he had been when I left...laying on the dirt pile. I pulled the car up and stopped and he rose and took a few steps towards me.


Steven said, "He's tough. Go on to work."
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About 3:30 p.m. rolled around and I started having misgivings about coming home with the kids to find Rowdy there, dead in the middle of the driveway.
Or worse.

However, in this particular situation I am not sure there would be a "worse".
I called our neighbor, Ruth, and asked if she cared to drive down to the house and see if she could see Rowdy.


She did.

She called and related that he was no where to be seen.

I started to panic.

I called Steven and told him to get home fast. He was needed at home and he was needing to be there before we were........I had a feeling we were going to need his support.

Before I even got off the phone with Steven, Ruth called and said that before they left our house, Rowdy came running...(Yes! Running!) out of the woods and didn't have so much as a limp.


Steven's thoughts? "I told you he was tough."

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Since I had posted "You know it isn't going to be a good day when you run over your dog while backing out of your driveway...." on facebook that morning, I knew I needed to post updated pics of Rowdy, proving to all of them that he was, indeed, alive and well.


I got out the camera and headed towards him.

He walked away.


I looked at Steven and said, "I don't think he likes me anymore."


Steven (the obvious Master) said, "Stop, Rowdy. Sit."

Rowdy did.


But not before giving me a dirty look.






I tried to make up and play nice. I apologized for running him over (even if he was laying under the car oblivious to the commotion) and I said that I would never do it again.



Rowdy? Well, Rowdy decided to look the other way and just pretend that I didn't even exist.



I guess, in his defense, if someone ran over me..... I would probably give them the silent treatment for a day or two as well.

Or worse.

And in that situation there would definitely be a "worse".

2 comments:

Manda said...

this is the most crazy thing i have ever heard! geez!

rachel... said...

OMG! I can't believe he's not hurt, that's seriously amazing!

So glad to have found your blog, it's great!