After a glorious weekend up in Napa for a Kanter-ish family wedding, Jamie's brother+wife+babyCole came over to hang out before their redeye flight back to Costa Rica. We had a pretty mellow evening with a quick dinner @ The Stinkin' Rose (waaaay overrated); quick due to the bad combo of an active 1.5 yr old and a sit-down restaurant setting, but it gave us more hangout time back at the apartment. We pushed the coffee table aside and had a grand ole time observing Cole and Hudson play tug-of-war with every single object in the room! The travelers got a quick nap in, then we walked downstairs to say our goodbyes.
I brought the dog out with us because he's been so incredibly good about staying at the top of the stairs and not even attempting to run down without us, but as I SHOULD have remembered, he's a freaking puppy and remains ever so unpredictable. Yes, that's right, he TOOK OFF. Ran up the street, ran down the street, and although I tried to remain calm and call him with an "i have a treat for you" tone, he totally saw Jamie's brother race after him and FREAKED OUT. Like I've never seen him so freakishly giddy and happy, like a dog on doggie CRACK.
Humans chase me??? Awesome!! I'll run OUT INTO THE STREET NOW!Holy H. Christ. My heart jumped out, I darn near spontaneously vomited, and I quickly prepared myself to see Hudson turn into a gross, 3D version of Flat Stanley. Luckily he made it across the street unharmed, but while Jamie and I were trying to coax him to us over there, he decided to race BACK into the street and I swear, I must have been cussing up a storm. F-F-Fing-F!!!!!
Back on our side of the street, Jamie walked closer to him, he ran directly into my path, and I snatched up the mother-f-er before he even realized I was standing there. I've never been so pissed and relieved and worried and angry and elated at the same time. We said our quick goodbyes and I began my scolding process ala Cesar Milan + a healthy dose of Mother Dearest.
I'm about 24 hrs into ignoring and avoiding eye contact with the stupid puppy (part of my guilt trip) and he's sure letting us know that he's not happy about this new turn. The little guy already has such mopey eyes, but you should see them now. He's like a little depressed dog, sulking all over the place, and checks in regularly to see if I still love him. Give me another 12hrs and things MAY return back to normal.
Geesh, aren't I going to make such a terrible human parent??
2 comments:
no. absolutely not. you will NOT make a terrible human parent. if this little man ever runs into the street i will totally react in the same way! :)
awwww! dogs are just like humans. if someone yelled at me, i would be sad too. he will be okay, and you will be okay. you are a good doggy parent les!! cesar milan would be proud of your alpha-ness.
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