February 3, 2010

• {See Spot. See Spot Run.}
  
  
  It was one of those mornings that came way too fast…
  cloudy and dark, making it extra hard to get up.
  
  I could hear the kids already awake and I moaned and rolled over,
  Telling myself I’d have my prayer time in bed~
  a nice. long. prayer. time!
  A little ways into my meditative/dream/sleep prayer
  Emma came running into the room…
  
  “Mommy, you dot a tum. Dare’s a dog in da house and weeb neber seen it afore…”
  
  “Huh?” I opened my eyes.
  
  Emma ran out of the room calling back, “Tum on… hurby…”
  
  I laid my head back down and wondered what game they were playing that I was supposed to come participate in.
  
  Then –
  
  I heard a bark.
  
  Like the bark of a big dog.

  Not a little dog.
  
  And we only have little dogs.

    
  
  
  Suddenly I heard Ben yell,
  “Look out Kate!”
  
  My eyes shot open.
  I bolted up,
  and promptly ran into my bed post!
  My head spun a little as a I grabbed my sweatshirt…
  I hurried down the steps to see a black and white dog hunched down
  on it’s front legs having a staring match with Ben who was up against the wall!!
  
  Heaven help me if I ever encounter some ferocious animal in the wild,
  because in situations like that I just don’t…. really THINK!
   
  I’m sure there’s a course somewhere you can take,
  or a pamphlet you could read on the proper procedure to follow …
  which obviously I’ve done neither since I jumped down the last few steps
  and took a swipe at the dog who then turned it’s stare on me.
  
  I could soon see it wasn’t some rabid dog we were dealing with…
  only a hyper, maniac, psychotic one.
  
  It would bark and jump straight up in the air…
  and any attempts to try to get it out apparently made it think we were playing with it,
  which only made the barking and jumping become even more crazy!!
  
  Obviously, it was pretty hungry too…
  I had a trash bag on one of the kitchen chairs with leftovers,
  things I’d cleaned out of the fridge the night before after going to the grocery…
  it went over and tore a huge hole in the bottom causing week old bbq chicken and moldy spaghetti sauce to come spilling out everywhere~

  
  
  
  The puppies who had been watching everything from under the kitchen table
  suddenly saw the benefit of the stranger in the house and ran over to enjoy the spoils of the split garbage bag!!

   
  (Jack’s face cracks me up.. so much like an old man)
  
  
  I quickly weighed the option of risking getting bit or having an even huger mess to clean up…
  I went with the first and grabbed the stray dog and drug it to the back door with every ounce of energy I had~
  it was squirming and twisting and trying to get loose.
  
  By the time I came back the puppies had eaten far more of the garbage food than they should have and were starting to puke!
  So… they had to be put out too….
  but I couldn’t hardly get the back door open because hyper maniac psychotic dog was sitting there…
  when the door even opened a crack he tried to squeeze in!!

  {which I later found out the whole way he got in to begin with was Kate had opened the door to let the puppies out and he ran in}

  
  
  
  So, I had to come up with a plan.
  
  In my pink plaid pajamas, with Ben’s too small tennis shoes stuffed on my feet, and broom in hand I went running out the back door pointing the broom at the dog yelling and hollering as loud as I could chasing it as far away from the house as possible….
  
  I was hoping the neighbors weren’t out.
  They’re an old farmer couple who are a little on the grumpy side.
  I can imagine the conversation -
  
  “Come look at this Martha! That crazy Christian woman is out again!!!”  
  
  My distraction worked so we could get the puppies outside~
  But I had to do it again in order to get them back IN! : /

  
  
  
  Ben took a picture of the cat who was watching the whole thing, rather amused I’m sure~
  I can imagine the conversation there, too -
  
  “Now you know what it feels like to be chased, buddy!”

  

    
  
  
  Besides “Spot” sitting right outside staring at the back door in a creepy kinda way,
  and a nice little red bump on my head from the bed post,
  things are back to normal around here~

  

  
  
  
  
  Whatever that is, right!

  
  
  
  
  
  
  amber.
  

  • 2:30 pm
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