Dog Tired

Addie and two neighbors chased down two lost dogs. They were running crazy in front of our house. They were big. My gauge of animal size is anything larger than a Reeses cup--that's considered big. And these dogs were sweaty gross and muddy. Eeww, eeww, and eeww.

The girls wrangled the dogs into our yard and then called the phone number on their collar. Then we waited. And you'll never believe what happened. I touched one of them. I know, you can't believe it. The brown one. I held onto his collar and petted the top of his furry head. I even waited patiently with the dog while Addie fetched a bowl of water. I held onto him for a good 10 minutes. I amazed myself. I looked around to see if there was a beacon of light shining down on me because of my goodness.

When the owner arrived, she paid these girls for their efforts. She told them she was so grateful. I don't think she noticed me holding my hands WAY away from my body so that they wouldn't touch any part of me.

After scouring the surface of my hands with boiling water, we all hopped into the car to buy snow cones with the reward money.


Saving a dog never tasted so good.