Four legs and a tail=trouble
Mar. 11th, 2014 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreamflowerToday has been quite a day, and BOTH our furbabies have been trouble with a capital T!
I had to work unexpectedly today, as I was asked to fill in for a sick co-worker. I got home quite tired, and decided to take Sophie for her walkies right away, so that I could just collapse and rest. Since the weather was warm though windy, I left the front door open and the screen door latched, so Miss Bella could come out on the porch while we walked. I was just going to go up and down our block a couple of times, so I would never be out of sight of the house. This is something I've done several times and it's never been a problem.
Until I got home. I unlatched the screen door, and the wind blew the door right out of my hand, and Miss Bella made a dash for it. I grabbed for her and missed, and as I did the end of Sophie's leash slipped off my wrist and SHE made a dash for it too! Fortunately, she kind of bowled over Miss Bella, who then ran back into the porch--I grabbed the door and latched it. By that time Sophie was halfway up the block!
Guess what? I can still run! I chased that darn dog nearly a block and a half before I managed to get close enough to grab the leash. She thought it was funny--I'd call her, and she'd stop and maybe come back towards me and then when I'd get close to grabbing range she'd dart further away and then turn and LAUGH at me! (Don't tell me dogs don't laugh; I know what that look on the little smart-aleck's face was!)
So, got the dog home and got both animals in the house and the door closed. I collapsed in my chair and tried to get my breath back. My knees were killing me, and my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it.
The DH got home about an hour later, and after talking for a while, I went to fix supper. I was almost done when the DH came in the kitchen. "Where's the cat?" he asked.
"Well, last time I looked she was in my chair in the living room." Nope, not there.
There followed nearly an hour-and-a-half of searching every little hidey-hole in the house. Every so often we could hear her squeak, but it was faint and muffled and we could not figure out where it was coming from.
Finally the DH realized: it was coming from UNDERNEATH the house! He went outside, and sure enough he could hear her under there, and he managed to coax her out, wrap her in his shirt (to avoid getting shredded: she likes being held but HATES being carried.) and bring her in. We are still not quite sure how she got outside, though my best guess is that she snuck out when the DH took the trash out.
So we ended the evening with everyone safe at home; but after such a frantic day, my knees hurt like crazy and my nerves are shredded.
As for Sophie and Miss Bella, they are sitting around in wide-eyed innocence demanding that we pet them and cuddle them! Little self-satisfied brats!
But we'd have been devastated if anything happened to either of them!
I had to work unexpectedly today, as I was asked to fill in for a sick co-worker. I got home quite tired, and decided to take Sophie for her walkies right away, so that I could just collapse and rest. Since the weather was warm though windy, I left the front door open and the screen door latched, so Miss Bella could come out on the porch while we walked. I was just going to go up and down our block a couple of times, so I would never be out of sight of the house. This is something I've done several times and it's never been a problem.
Until I got home. I unlatched the screen door, and the wind blew the door right out of my hand, and Miss Bella made a dash for it. I grabbed for her and missed, and as I did the end of Sophie's leash slipped off my wrist and SHE made a dash for it too! Fortunately, she kind of bowled over Miss Bella, who then ran back into the porch--I grabbed the door and latched it. By that time Sophie was halfway up the block!
Guess what? I can still run! I chased that darn dog nearly a block and a half before I managed to get close enough to grab the leash. She thought it was funny--I'd call her, and she'd stop and maybe come back towards me and then when I'd get close to grabbing range she'd dart further away and then turn and LAUGH at me! (Don't tell me dogs don't laugh; I know what that look on the little smart-aleck's face was!)
So, got the dog home and got both animals in the house and the door closed. I collapsed in my chair and tried to get my breath back. My knees were killing me, and my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it.
The DH got home about an hour later, and after talking for a while, I went to fix supper. I was almost done when the DH came in the kitchen. "Where's the cat?" he asked.
"Well, last time I looked she was in my chair in the living room." Nope, not there.
There followed nearly an hour-and-a-half of searching every little hidey-hole in the house. Every so often we could hear her squeak, but it was faint and muffled and we could not figure out where it was coming from.
Finally the DH realized: it was coming from UNDERNEATH the house! He went outside, and sure enough he could hear her under there, and he managed to coax her out, wrap her in his shirt (to avoid getting shredded: she likes being held but HATES being carried.) and bring her in. We are still not quite sure how she got outside, though my best guess is that she snuck out when the DH took the trash out.
So we ended the evening with everyone safe at home; but after such a frantic day, my knees hurt like crazy and my nerves are shredded.
As for Sophie and Miss Bella, they are sitting around in wide-eyed innocence demanding that we pet them and cuddle them! Little self-satisfied brats!
But we'd have been devastated if anything happened to either of them!