I wish I had taken a photo of her while she was running passed but that was the last thing on my mind. I did force her to sit next to flowers afterward for a shot. It's not her best look, but that's because her hair is still growing back. And of course I included the lovely serene picture I was taking before the escape!
Friday, May 31, 2013
That's My Dog
Yesterday while walking our dog through the park I couldn't help but notice the colorful flowers and thought I'd stop and take a picture. Between Wordless Wednesday & Instagram, I'm always needing new and interesting shots. I told our Wheaten Terrier, Maggie, to sit so I could take a clear photo. She did as requested, and I snapped a few shots. But when I went to walk out of the shrubs and back to the path I realized there was no tension on the end of the leash. I looked down to see the leash still around my wrist, but no dog on the end. Somehow the leash had unhooked from the harness and she was gone. I looked toward my tot who was oblivious to the dogs whereabouts. We have a special call/whistle we use for Maggie, so I called her name and whistled. Here she came like a bat out of hell. She darted by and continued on. The way she was running around the park you'd think it was her first taste of freedom. (In reality, besides normal walks on the leash, she also gets to run free through the woods quite often.) In and out of the bushes & flowers, out of sight, across our path, her legs spread using all her might. Yelling "here" and whistling only caused her to dash by, she was in no mood to stop. So my tot & I walked on, knowing she'd eventually follow after terrorizing the park. Sure enough she rejoined us after a 5 minute spree, needless to say I wasn't pleased. But I have to admit at one point while she was running like a mad woman, I had to laugh... "yep, that's my dog," I thought to myself. This was not the first time it's happened, nor will it be the last.