|Barked: Thu Feb 28, '13 1:31pm PST |
|TODAY MULDER ALMOST LOST HIS LIFE TO THIS STUPID BEHAVIOR.
Only 6 trillion times have we trained on this field, the dogs
always load into the car as soon as we are done, its literally automatic.
Today, ONCE in the years we've been going there, I get an emergency phone call from work, and am distracted just long enough for him to TAKE OFF RUNNING TOWARDS ONE OF THE BUSIEST HIGHWAYS IN THE COUNTY.
I TOLD him to stop. I SCREAMED his recall on the top of my lungs. He took one look at me, as if to ponder it, and was gone.
There was no "maybe", he WAS dead, he was standing RIGHT in the middle of the road and a white truck was literally ON TOP OF HIM when he moved at the LAST possible second.
EVEN THEN, when I ran across the street for him, he ran off into a nearby neighborhood. He ONLY stopped when I finally screamed at him to "down", which for some stupid cracked out reason he actually listened to.
This is the last straw. I don't care if he's having some stupid @$%%& midlife crisis, he saw a moment of weakness from me and TOOK ADVANTAGE OF IT. This isn't me feeling bad for him anymore, this is me saying I'm done. This isn't "poor pitiful me" this is "!#$^@$^ you lady I don't give a crap anymore".
Never again. NEVER again.
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