Sunday, October 2, 2011

Reason #268

Did I get your attention with the title? I thought I might. Reason #268? 268 for what? What could this woman possibly have 268 reasons for one thing for? Well I may not actually have 268 reasons but it feels like that some times! Okay...I have kept you waiting long enough.


Last week I was at work. It was supposed to be like 65 degrees and it ended up being like almost 80 degrees. Needless to say I was already miserable because it was hot and I was in jeans AND a long sleeve shirt was on under my t-shirt. I get a call over the hand held radio that there are two little dogs running around and asked if I could try and track them down and find their owner. I see both dogs. One is black and one is white. The black one was farther away and as I started walking towards the white one, I noticed a black car pull up and the black dog jumped in.

I got closer to the white dog and started to call it and when I got a few feet away from it, I crouched down and held my hand out and the little shit looked at my hand, showed it's teeth (like it thought it was 10 times the size it actually was) and then started to run. I walked over to it again and did the same thing but this time the damn dog BOLTED!

I ran after that damn dog all over the airfield, winding in and out of the hangers. I finally got to a point where I was close to the black car that had picked up the other dog and I started to walk quickly to find it. I finally found the car and when I walked up to it, both dogs were barking at me. I talked to the owner for a few minutes and told him that I wanted to make sure he had found both of his dogs and he apologized that they got out and said that "the little devils just got out and took off."

All I could think about was that I had just RAN all over the airfield chasing after his damn dog IN JEANS and blown out tennis shoes and a long sleeve shirt and all he could say was that the little DEVILS just got away? Seriously?!?

I hobble back to the line shack. I swear it took me like 15 minutes to walk back because I was sweaty from running, my knee was hurting because the day before I smashed it, I had a HUGE cramp in my side AND I had a wedgie! "The little devils just got away..." my ASS!

So that is Reason #268 why I hate little dogs! Until next time!