Since I'm in hurry to blog before my account restrictions kick me off promptly at 9 o'clock, I'm going to tell a short story. So we (my family) are having a difficult time adjusting to some things here, specifically, leash laws. This mean when we talk Molly (our beloved, energetic labrador) she actually has to be on a leash!!!
So, of course walking the dog falls into my hands. It went well at first, the dog walking me. For the most of the time, it was almost normal. Then that fateful day. We were through the lovely woods (back in the fall) when suddenly Molly stiffens. For a moment she is there, unmoving and suddenly, I'm facedown on the muddy forest floor inhaling leaves. Then I realize I'm still moving. Yes, I am being dragged facedown through the mud. With a herculean effort I managed to stand up and gain the strenght to pull the dog over. The motive? Squirrels. Yes, she was chasing rhodents. Nearly killing me in the process. However, though she hasn't been convicted for attemtped murder, I was releived from walking duty and reassigned to the cat.
haha! Molly is crazy!!
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