That link will bring you to a previous entry made about Odie- the original felon- escaping and running like a mad man, putting his life in danger, until he was finally caught and brought back to justice. At the end of that entry I talked about how we'd established new routines to ensure it never happened again.
It happened again.
In the humans defense- our front gate is kinda wonky- and the latch doesn't work as well as it should. Of course, we know that and should factor it in when we come home, but..... as the saying goes "to err is human".
Here's what happened- His Boy (Odie's favorite; my husband) and I had gone to the gym together on a sunday morning. I officially got my butt kicked and we headed home. I came in the front gate- a bit worse for wear and apparently didn't knock the it fully shut. Opened the front door, let the dogs out of their crates- with the front door still open.
Can you see where this is going?
yeah, flashing neon sign at this point, eh?
Basically, Odie was on the front patio area, the wind blew the gate open just enough for his tiny frame to make it out, and about 30 seconds later my spidey senses started tingling. I leaned out to look for him, saw the gate ajar and took off.
Odie musta just been hanging out in the front, sniffing cat poo or something, 'cause as I went thru the gate, he was still on the driveway. He looked up, saw me rushing towards him and took off like a bullet.
NO!
Damn dog!
I took off as fast as I could and learned, yet again, that a 13 lb dog is exponentially faster then me. This is a depressing fact I will not dwell on here, but will happily woe my sorrows about at a later time.
My cheetah husband was about 20 seconds behind me, and passed me before I'd gotten 3 houses down the road- screaming at the now highly entertained felon. Even with a response that fast, he was having trouble catching up to the dog, who had put on the afterburners.
Seriously- how can something THAT small, run THAT fast? We should put him in a study or something- it was amazing.
At this point I'd slowed down, knowing full well I couldn't keep up and why bother trying, but I was still headed in the right direction, and becoming increasingly filled with terror at the proximity to a MAJOR road that was being gained. A lady came out from her house to see what the commotion was, worried for our tiny pooch. In the amount of time it took me to look over and register her, and her intent, my husband had worked magic.
Within 30 ft of the terror inducing road, on nothing but concrete, he had done a diving roll- grabbed the dog in mid air, and come back up to standing, dog in hands. Just like in the movies.
I
Shit
You
Not
It was nothing short of stunning.
The best part- no one got hurt!
The dog squeaked- most likely out of shock of being swooped up mid step by a human that had mili-seconds before not been next to him. The husband has a slight scrape on his knee and elbow- nothing even requiring bleeding. That's it. That was the extent of the damage done by a diving roll on a sidewalk, 30 ft from a road.
Are you freaking kidding me?
unreal.
Once we got home, Odie was pleased as punch to have gotten his little adventure out of his system. By that point there wasn't even a reprimand worth implementing- his little doggie brain was on to the next thing already. Our human brains were rebooted to realize how much we need to double check that blasted gate.
I still think the 2 men in my house have super powers- the canine one has super speed, and the human one has some sorta of speed/reflexes combo. If only they both used their powers for good..... damned evil little dog.
