Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Smack Down, 3 Legs and a Can Opener?
Last night AJ and I went for our nightly mile walk. It's our time to spend with each other, talking about how the day went and whose tail I need to go whip at her work. We live a block behind Indian Bowl football stadium, where all the city teams and the local college play their games. There is a practice field close to our house and we normally lap it one time before we head back to the house to get the girls in bed.
Due to cloud cover it was darker than normal last night as we stepped onto the field. Our talking was interrupted by a barking dog. At first I thought it was fenced in but after some very serious focusing on my part I noticed the dog was on the practice field barking at us. We couldn't hear each other because of the barking dog. It hounded us as we rounded the goal line, it's barking more ferocious every second.
One of my rules for late night walks is that I always carry a sharp object of some sort in case there's trouble.
Last night I put two sharp objects in my pocket. A pocket knife and a can opener. I deftly handed AJ the can opener and said, If the dog comes after you poke its head like you're opening up a can with a twisting motion like THIS! I've got my pocket knife, and together we'll take care of that crazy dog!
Then AJ said,"That's a 3-legged dog! It belongs to that house right over there. I've seen it in their backyard before."
Well, needless to say I felt bad about planning a defensive attack on a 3-legged dog. For pete's sake the dog has suffered enough in this life and it was probably just barking it's displeasure of having only 3 legs.
So we ignored the dog as we walked up the south side of the practice field, barking 3-legged dog still hounding us.
Halfway up the field I'd had enough.
"That dog is talking smack to me and I'm tired of it!" I proclaim to AJ.
I turn around and start walking straight at the dog. No yelling, just defiant marching straight AT the dog.
What do you think the 3-legged dog did? The 3-legged dog turned tail and ran all the way home!
Uh-huh! Who's bad now?
It seems now I have an adversary WORTHY of my crime fighting skills!
Although I feel less like Batman and more like the FUGITIVE................
Posted by Whistle Britches at 2/28/2006 09:38:00 AM