Running Scared

So as I have said before I am not a major dog person. Well after my encounter with a ferocious rottweiler I am even less of one. Here is the story of me running scared!


Let me start by giving a little info ahead of time that is slightly important. Dan and I jog around our neighborhood quite often when we don't have time to go to the gym. I have been getting up and jogging in the mornings before school because I don't want to drive to the gym, so I just jog around our neighborhood. We have often seen a rottweiler at a house close by and it is usually chained, but still comes running at you and barking. On this lovely day, there was no chain to be found. As I was running up the street, listening to my good tunes, what do I see out of the corner of my eye but a big black rottweiler running straight towards me. Now I am not one to scream, but this definitely called for a loud scream. It was so girly, but truly a scream of terror. This dog was off its chain and ready to pounce. I just started yelling, "Get back, get back." All the while thinking, please don't let this dog bite me. I was just standing there screaming and moving back. The owner was no where to be seen. Luckily some wonderful people stopped to try and helped. I kind of put myself between the cars to protect myself from the dog. Finally the owner comes walking around the corner of their house like no big deal. They didn't come running after their dog, they didn't even act like it was a big deal that a lady was standing there scared out of her mind and two cars were stopped trying to help. I swear do people even have a brain???? So finally they get the dog over to them. I start heading back home and what happens, the dam thing comes after me again. I was so quite perturbed. I am thinking in the back of my mind, why the heck would you not hold on to your dog until I am out of sight, I mean seriously common courtesy, do you have any??? So after that I put the wheels in gear and sprint home. I had so much adrenaline going I think I could have ran for miles. I ran straight in and told Dan. He suggested that I call pet control. I thought about it, but I am thinking I live not too far away and run quite often around home. I would hate for them to see me out and do something to me or my dog. So I didn't. It is not as though the dog hurt me and I am sure that some people think that I am over reacting, but seriously I was really scared. So the bad part about this is that I have to change my route that I had started to really like. I knew exactly how far it was and when I was halfway done. How frustrating is that??

The joys of a dog!

Today was the day to get out and mow the yard. A task that honestly I don't mind taking on. There is only one part of this wonderful job that I detest. Picking up dog poo. Yes I said that correctly, dog poo! We have a system to this process that is really not that bad, but it is still picking up poo. Who likes that??? You would be amazed by how much our wonderful chocolate lab takes a crap. I mean seriously how can he possibly go to the bathroom that many times in a week. He was even gone for three days, but yet still we had a whole Wal-Mart sack full of poo. So let me tell you how this works. Dan taught me the system since I do most of the mowing and he does the weed-eating, the mower gets to do the the poo pick-up.....lucky me. I wish I could figure out how to start the stinking weed-eater! Anyway, I take two Wal-Mart bags one to put the poo in and one to cover my hand as a glove, then you walk the yard and pick up the poo. Fun times let me tell you. Today was the first day that Bronson didn't bless me with a new package while cleaning up his crap. Thank you Bronson.

For all of you that have known me for a while, you know that I am not a big animal person. I like them, but I am ok with not having one around. When I met Dan and he said he had a dog, I was like that is nice. Then I met Bronson and to tell the truth I do have a little soft spot for the big boy now. He and I have become quite good buddies. We enjoy our walks together and he likes a good neck rub once in a while, and he always go to bed the same time I do. So in all, I really do like our dog and I take pretty good care of him. We are going to the vet Friday to have his ear checked out....poor guy always itching it.

Today however he was just a bit annoying. While I was picking up his crap he had to be right beside me the whole time. Not just close, he was right beside me. Now usually when I mow, he finds a shaded spot, if there is one in our yard, and just lays there and watches me. Today was not the same story. For some reason he followed me around almost the whole time I was mowing. Many of you know that you makes turns and things when mowing, well try doing this with about a hundred pound dog right at your heals the whole time. Oh the joy of mowing today.

One more story about Bron then I will stop boring you. So after we both got done mowing, because he was quite the helper, I wanted to give him a bath. He really needed one, kind of a stinky dog. So I started the water and let him play for a bit then I was like ok time to get down to business. So I grab his collar and start spraying him down. He doesn't necessarily like this, but he did ok. Then on goes the shampoo and he gets good rubbins and really likes this. Now is the part he hates again, spraying him off. So I was not nearly done getting all the suds out and he decides that I need a bath too and gives a great big ol' shake. Gotta love it! I yell some not so kind words, but keep spraying. He feels that I did not get a good enough bath and does it again. Let me tell you it was a fun time! Finally we finished our baths and he is now laying right under my feet taking a little nap

Don't know what I would do without good old Bronson!

First Blog

So after all the pulling and tugging of the arm, I had a few friends talk me into trying this blogging thing. I will do my best, but have never been the best at writing so this will be interesting. My goal is to share some fun stories about Dan and I. I am sure that the stories will include family and friends because they do most of the entertaining things!!! I might have to let Dan edit my blogs because sometimes the stories I think are funny aren't that funny!! So instead of looking like an idiot, I will probably rope him in a few times.