Unwanted Exercise
Got up early this morning to get into work early this morning and, instead, spent most of this morning chasing the dog all throughout the neighborhood. She dashed off and didn’t look back, that fast little jerk. We got her back, but it was pretty awful nonetheless. Now my calves have totally seized up and I can’t feel my feet. My boots where not made for running.
So, if you heard some maniac running back and forth like a panicked Muppet on the street near Monroe in Midtown today, screaming “Clem! Clemmy! Clementine!,” that was me. Sorry for the disturbance.
Nothing gets me more worried than my naughty dog going for an unauthorized run. It’s scary and vexing. Vexing because when I catch her, I want to be mad at her, but I can’t because I’m so happy and relieved that she’s back and safe.
Stupid dogs.
Mine does the same thing. I didn’t hear you, but if you hear someone screaming “Maggie!”, then stop by and say hi :)