So, we had another run in with the dog last week. Of course, he came by the same day we were getting our new roof, so it was absolute chaos all around. I opened the front door with both kids about to head out to my mom's house, when I see the dog in our front yard bounding towards our open door. Pete was home (thankfully!) monitoring the roofers and I called for him to come help me. I did not want to repeat my last crazy run in with the dog...me, two kids, way too many bags, running and screaming around the yard, getting jumped on- all around 7 am in the morning!
I carried Kent, who was screaming, and Pete carried Cohen, who was laughing. We started down the steps, dodging the shingles being thrown off the roof and I noticed a ball in the yard. The dog did not come alone; he brought a toy with him. It was at this moment that I realized that this crazy, energetic dog was not trying to terrorize my family. I think he is just neglected and comes by every so often to "play". Pete grabbed the ball and threw it as far as he could out of the cul de sac and told me to run. The dog took off with his broken leash dragging behind him.
I was strapping Kent in and I could hear the dog coming back towards me really fast. All I can remember thinking about was how bad it was going to hurt when the dog jumped on me and his nails scratched my legs. Can you tell that I'm not what you would call an animal lover? Thankfully, the dog brought the ball straight back to Pete who threw it off again so I could strap in Cohen. As we drove away, I waited for Kent to quote the part of Toy Story that I heard him say over and over a few weeks ago, "Stupid Dog!". I was so proud when he didn't say that, but he did choose some Toy Story inspired words. Reminding me of one of the final scenes in the movie he said, "Mommy, I want to jump on that dog's back, spank his hiney and pull on his eyelids!"
I'm glad it didn't come to that!
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Thursday, July 23, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
The Dog Returns
Thursdays are always a little hectic at our house. Pete has a networking meeting and has to leave extra early. This leaves mommy to get both boys and all their stuff to grandma's so mommy can get to her own meeting- all by 7:30ish, hopefully. Well last Thursday, I missed my meeting completely.
Pete left like normal and I was doing well time wise. I was ready and all the bags were loaded in the car (laptop, purse, my school bag, breast pump, Kent's school bag, Kent's bag with his clothes for the day, and the diaper bag- yes 7 bags!!!) My second trip to the car was with a still asleep Kent who is getting way to heavy to carry. I then lock the car with Kent inside and run back in the house to get Cohen and lock up the house. Well, I was just turning around to head down the front porch stairs to the car when I was greeted by the dog! Yes, the same dog from two years ago that has caused all the chaos in our lives that I told you about in my recent post. He was bounding up the stairs at me and kept trying to stick his head into Cohen's infant seat. I stumbled down the stairs screaming, trying to hold the infant seat (18 lbs) high in the air away from the jumping dog! I can hear Kent screaming from the car as I run around the yard from this dog who continues to chase and jump all over me. As I am putting Cohen in the car, the dog is pushing against me trying to get in the car himself-I was not going to let that happen! I finally get in the car myself screaming "BAD DOG, bad dog- go HOME!" When I get in the car, Kent asks me happily, "is that my doggie mommy? I love my doggie!" Shaking and still yelling I say, "that is NOT your doggie, that is a bad, bad doggie!" As we leave the driveway, Kent cheerfully says "bye-bye bad doggie, I'll miss you bad doggie!"
Pete left like normal and I was doing well time wise. I was ready and all the bags were loaded in the car (laptop, purse, my school bag, breast pump, Kent's school bag, Kent's bag with his clothes for the day, and the diaper bag- yes 7 bags!!!) My second trip to the car was with a still asleep Kent who is getting way to heavy to carry. I then lock the car with Kent inside and run back in the house to get Cohen and lock up the house. Well, I was just turning around to head down the front porch stairs to the car when I was greeted by the dog! Yes, the same dog from two years ago that has caused all the chaos in our lives that I told you about in my recent post. He was bounding up the stairs at me and kept trying to stick his head into Cohen's infant seat. I stumbled down the stairs screaming, trying to hold the infant seat (18 lbs) high in the air away from the jumping dog! I can hear Kent screaming from the car as I run around the yard from this dog who continues to chase and jump all over me. As I am putting Cohen in the car, the dog is pushing against me trying to get in the car himself-I was not going to let that happen! I finally get in the car myself screaming "BAD DOG, bad dog- go HOME!" When I get in the car, Kent asks me happily, "is that my doggie mommy? I love my doggie!" Shaking and still yelling I say, "that is NOT your doggie, that is a bad, bad doggie!" As we leave the driveway, Kent cheerfully says "bye-bye bad doggie, I'll miss you bad doggie!"
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Puppy dogs and chickens, oh my!
One Sunday morning, we were getting ready to leave the house for church. Kent was about 18 months old and enjoying a piggy back ride on daddy's shoulders. Pete and Kent went outside to put some bags in the cars, when low and behold, a chicken came clucking through our yard! We do not live anywhere near a farm, so this was a very unusual sight! While Pete and Kent were looking at the chicken, a dog came running into the yard and started jumping all over Pete with his muddy paws. From the house I see Pete yelling and trying to kick the frantic dog and a totally FREAKED out Kent screaming at the top of his lungs and grabbing onto Pete's face for dear life! It was a sight!
But we had seen this same dog a few weeks before...
I was loading the car when the dog came up behind me and jumped into the open car door. I got the dog out of the car and it chased me around the front yard. Kent, watching this whole scene from the front door, is screaming at the dog. I run up the stairs to get inside the house, but the dog pushes right past me and scrambles into the house. Kent goes completely stiff and his face turns bright red as he begins screaming at the top of his lungs. The dog has now run down the hallway to wherever Pete was. Pete chases the dog around the house for a few minutes while I hold the front door open. I'm standing next to Kent who is still screaming with his eyes shut and drool running down his chin.
To say these event were traumatizing would be an understatement.
We didn't hear anything about the chicken or dog from Kent for at least a year and a half. I guess he was focusing on learning how to talk and potty training. For the past six months, on almost a daily occurance, we hear about chickens being in Kent's closet, hiding in the hallway or just trying to bite him. You can ask Kent about what happened at school and he might tell you or he might say there was a chicken there chasing him. At night, Kent will hardly go anywhere in the house by himself for fear of the black chicken!
Two days ago Kent didn't want to get into his carseat because- as he told me, "the dog pooped all in my bed and in my carseat and I said, that is not a nice puppy dog- don't do that!" Now, we have never had a pet dog, nor will we because of my allergies, but Kent was convinced this had actually happened. He is not scared of dogs anymore, in fact he believes we have one. If you ask him where the dog is right now, he will tell you that it's in our backyard running around. Kent will tell you all kinds of fantastic stories of his adventures with the dog, but if you ask his dogs name, "puppy dog" is the most creative name you will get. :)
But we had seen this same dog a few weeks before...
I was loading the car when the dog came up behind me and jumped into the open car door. I got the dog out of the car and it chased me around the front yard. Kent, watching this whole scene from the front door, is screaming at the dog. I run up the stairs to get inside the house, but the dog pushes right past me and scrambles into the house. Kent goes completely stiff and his face turns bright red as he begins screaming at the top of his lungs. The dog has now run down the hallway to wherever Pete was. Pete chases the dog around the house for a few minutes while I hold the front door open. I'm standing next to Kent who is still screaming with his eyes shut and drool running down his chin.
To say these event were traumatizing would be an understatement.
We didn't hear anything about the chicken or dog from Kent for at least a year and a half. I guess he was focusing on learning how to talk and potty training. For the past six months, on almost a daily occurance, we hear about chickens being in Kent's closet, hiding in the hallway or just trying to bite him. You can ask Kent about what happened at school and he might tell you or he might say there was a chicken there chasing him. At night, Kent will hardly go anywhere in the house by himself for fear of the black chicken!
Two days ago Kent didn't want to get into his carseat because- as he told me, "the dog pooped all in my bed and in my carseat and I said, that is not a nice puppy dog- don't do that!" Now, we have never had a pet dog, nor will we because of my allergies, but Kent was convinced this had actually happened. He is not scared of dogs anymore, in fact he believes we have one. If you ask him where the dog is right now, he will tell you that it's in our backyard running around. Kent will tell you all kinds of fantastic stories of his adventures with the dog, but if you ask his dogs name, "puppy dog" is the most creative name you will get. :)
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