As I sit down to write this email, my voice is hoarse from screaming at the top of my lungs when earlier I suffered a two-dog-one-kitten escape through the front door.
I had opened the door to an AT&T salesman trying to sell me their Internet service. He actually tricked me into opening the door by pretending it was about our existing service. Our name is at the door, but he totally fooled me when he called me “Mrs. Feldman” through the closed door.
Anyway, when I opened the door, our two big German shepherds rushed out to meet him. That should have scared him away but it took me dropping to my knees and crawling through the bushes to get rid of him!
What was I doing in the bushes? Trying to catch the kitten that had escaped through my two feet as I stood at the door. By the time I was back on my feet with the kitten in hand, I only saw one dog, whom I quickly corralled back into the house.
But then with a quick scan of the front yard, my second doggie was no where to be found. I started screaming her name (Latke is named after a Jewish potato pancake served at Hanukkah time) and enlisted my daughter to help search. My daughter ran to the right, toward the big cross street on one side of house, and I ran to the left. All the time, screaming like a crazy woman.
I was hoping that if I screamed loud enough either my husband would come out and help, or Latke would come running.
The surprise ending? As I came up to our garage, there was Latke, panting outside the door to the house, waiting to be let in.
My husband later told me that he had heard a crazy women screaming, but couldn’t understand the words and didn’t know it was me!
i would be really scared and crying if the happend to me but, luckly i only three cats that hate outside. they wouldn’t even try to get out.
Let me guess, your other dog is Applesauce; my daugther has two cats named Bagel and Lox, so why not?
Having three dogs and a cat, believe me, I know the drill and also recognize the helpful husband! Appreciate your surfnetkids. Have a Joyous Hannukah!
After reading of your adventure, I am really, really glad my pet is a very docile, tiny fish swimming around in his rather small fishbowl. He is very appreciative when he sees me tossing in a little of his unappealing fish food. We look at each other fondly for a moment, and then go on our separate ways.
Barbara,
Got your linkedln invitation, wrote a long letter about where I am what has been going on (such as it is) and somehow lost everything.
So I hope this gets to you. Long story short. I am in Missoula, MT. Software development no longer as on disability with MS. Live on the Clark Fork River in a 2 bdr 1 1/2 Ba townhouse. Work a little helping people with their computers.
Fairly active with the local Synagogue.
Hope you write back.
Larry
I love reading these kind of posts! Great knowing I am not the only one running around my neighborhood yelling for one pet or another (escape artists all!).
I was the crazy screaming lady when one of our cats made a break for the great outdoors. He had to beat up the neighbor’s tom cat. When he finally allowed me to catch him, he was so pleased with himself. I got poison ivy shaped like paw prints on my neck from his escapades. He has decided, since our move, that he likes the house and hates outside.
I also enjoyed a good start to this day as a 5th grade teacher. We are doing humorous writing and if your ears are buzzing, it is because I will be sharing your experience with my kids. Thanks for a wonderful writing lesson.
Yoohoo, our Chocolate Lab, likes to jump the electric fence to visit his neighborhood friends. It’s an obsession.
At this point, when my husband asks about Yoohoo’s whereabouts, my standard response is that I sold him to the Gypsies. One of these days…
Thanks for the belly laugh this morning Barbara!
I can really relate to that story. Just this past weekend, we are in the process of moving I had let our dog Willow out in the back garden while we loaded some boxes at the front door. When we finished I let her in as I opened the back door the front door opened, so she runs right through the house and down street. Needless to say we did not get very far but spent our time going up and down street, until some young man had seen us looking saw the dog, and brough her to us.
Needless to say my husband remarked “Thats it she goes.” I might add this is the first time he has been involved in getting her back. Thank goodness this only happens every couple of years, and he has a short memory.
They are friends again.
Been there – done that! Except one of the escapees was a deaf Dalmation. Don’t know why she didn’t come when I called!
As one who has walked through the yard screaming unintelligible syllables, I symphathize with you. I can train and train but when you very infrequently have someone at your door as we. Every four legged body escapes, then I worry who will meet an untimely end via vehicular homicide and spend the next 5 minutes rounding everybody up before the salesman is allowed to leave. I guess that is why no one comes by unannounced!
It’s time to train them not to door-dash! It’s too dangerous not to (unless they’re after salesmen, in which case they have to bring back a trophy…) When the doorbell rings, put them in a sit-stay. Practice daily. Good luck!
Please thank your husband for me. I will try to remember that trick the next time I don’t want to help.