Today was a normal day, or so I thought. Once arriving home, being grateful that it was Friday and that I had a few days to relax, my SO informed me that our mostly wonderful and sweet, though occassionally hyperactive, dog scooted out between his legs when he opened the front door. We live on a private court and she took off running in the direction of the court but then backtracked and took off toward the main road.
She's done this before and every time (though its been only a few) my heart leaps right up into my throat. She's never actually run into the road though, normally she'll cut back through the neighbour's property and up to the back deck. Maybe it was all the snow and banks that discombobulated her today but there was no cutting up in the back, she went straight for the main road and full speed out into traffic. Thankfully it wasn't drive-to or -home traffic but a busy enough road at any point in time. Thankfully the road was clear of most of the snow and ice from the recent storm. Thankfully, the woman driving the van coming down the road was vigilant. The driver was able to stop about a foot from hitting our poor puppy. One would think the dog would have been scared frozen (or at least her paws cold and want to go back inside because she is quite the wimp) but no, she kept on running. Dear SO, in only a sweatshirt, ran down the yellow line stopping traffic and trying to catch a very slithery jack russell. The original driver had pulled over and was out of her car also trying to catch the dog. Everything was in slow motion so SO isn't quite sure how much time had passed until he finally caught her.
Thankfully nothing happened to our wily little monster and she greeted me with the normal excitment, love and kisses as I entered the house after work, not even knowing she had done anything wrong today. I on the other hand, still can't stop thinking about the 'what ifs' of the situation.
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