As we rushed through our morning chores, getting ready, preparing bottles, pumping, potty training and all that other crazy stuff in the morning, Jason finally got both kids by the door as I was finishing straightening my hair. He ran upstairs to let the dogs out of the their kennels and take them out back, when Sacci shot down the steps into the entry way. Natalie -- nice timing, sweet pea, flung open the garage door just as he hit the landing and out he shot into the cul-de-sac.
"SACCI," Jason yelled as he charged out the door after him.
Now if you know anything about Sacci, you know that feisty pup LIVES to run the neighborhood. And it had been about a year since his last getaway, so he was in his full glory!
I rushed to the kitchen to grab a piece of chicken -- our only chance of luring him back home -- and ran after Jason. Natalie stood bewildered in the entry and later followed us outside as we ran around calling for the beast.
Freaking out that he'd already made it onto Old 52 -- the highway right by our home -- I stifled panic and kept calling. After several minutes there was not one sign of Sacci and Jason started loading the kids into the car as I decided to check the backyards.
Thank goodness. There he was two yards down sniffing at another dog through a privacy fence.
"Here, Sacci," I called, shaking the chicken.
He came running! In fact, he came within a foot of me and sat and stayed at my command.
But he ran away every single time I reached for him. After several minutes we still weren't getting anywhere and Jason came to help. Sacci tore off for another neighbor's yard, with Maggie the black lab. He started growling at her and she looked sad.
Jason played with Maggie, to keep her away from us, as I chased Sacci and tried to lure him in again with the chicken. Blasted dog! He ran away into a another yard where I finally got him to down and snagged a handful of fur. Jason scooped him up and tossed him into our backyard.
What a day!
Oh, but there's more!
Natalie had been crying in the car -- poor thing -- so Jason consoled her and then headed in the house. I started to drive away and then realized I probably should grab some ointment for a dog scratch on my arm. (No, you can't hold chicken over a lab's head and expect it NOT to jump.)
I popped inside, got the ointment from Jason and then turned to go out the garage door. TEchnically, I did indeed go out the door -- but not in the way I'd intended. My blasted wedge sandals -- which I'd been having trouble with lately anyway -- slid sideways on my feet and I tumbled in what seemed like slow motion right out the doorway, down one step, sideways onto the cement. Thunk! Right on my knee with my feet crumpled underneath me. The best part, poor Natalie saw the whole thing from her carseat.
"Ahhhhh oooaaaw," I hollered on my way down, pulling the door shut with me -- don't ask how that happened.
Jason flung open the door and looked down at me on the ground, shocked. I picked myself up, brushed off my knee and discovered my really cheap sunglasses, which I fell on, didn't even break! Though it felt like my right big toe did!
What a morning! And that all happened before 7:30 a.m. Somebody keep an eye on me the rest of the day, please.
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