Pride cometh before the fall...

Just this week I was chatting with Karen about the joys of living with a well trained dog. (She just brought home a gorgeous new pup, Rosalie) I told her that no matter what Isabella is doing, when I say sit and stay she immediately stops what she is doing and sits. Such a sweet, well behaved girl, my Isabella.. look at that adorable face-





Why is it every time you brag on your kids or dog they do something to totally humiliate you? After supper tonight, I took Isabella out to potty, just like I do every evening. I always put her on a flexi-lead (a retractable lead) when she has to potty so she can roam around the yard and find that oh so special spot. My girl is very particular where she does her business and it takes her awhile to find the one perfect place to do her deed, selected only after sniffing every inch of the yard.


When she finished making her deposit, I was bent over picking it up with a bag over my hand when she suddenly spotted a woman walking toward us from down the street. For some reason, Isabella suddenly got all excited and took off running and barking like a hound from hell towards the woman. Now we have people walking and biking by the house all the time, so I have no idea why at that particular moment, Issy got so excited about this particular woman. All I know is she took off like a cyclone looking much like this-

I yelled- "Isabella, sit!"... and she kept right on running. So without even thinking, I transferred the lead to my right hand so I could push the button to stop her from pulling the lead out further, forgetting that in my right hand was the open bag of dog crap. I remembered when I pressed down on the button while squishing the bag of poop all over my hand and the lead. And of course I was still screaming at my well trained dog to sit... which she completely ignored. I knew she would veer away from the woman the minute she got within arm's length of her, but the woman didn't know it and I knew Bella was scaring her. With my shitty smeared hand, I yanked on the lead as hard as I could to get her attention and she instantly swirled around and ran back towards me, which sent me flying backwards. Suddenly I was on my back in the middle of my front yard. Trying to regain a scrap of my dignity, I sat up quickly just as the woman was passing by. And trying to act nonchalant as I sat there on my ass with my legs splayed out in front of me, I casually lifted my hand and waved hello... with my shit smeared hand holding a bag of dog crap and the crap smeared lead. Isabella finally sat. And the woman didn't wave back. All I could do at that point was lay back down and laugh hysterically.


When we got back in the house Mike remarked that I had grass on my back. I told him if he thought that was odd, he should take a look at my hand...

Peace-

Linda