Last night, Atticus was makng us all bonkers with his frisky, I'm-so-excited-about-the-snow hyperactivity that I decided to take him for a short jaunt around the block. I put him on a 50 ft. lead so he could romp and wrapped my end of the lead around my wrist a couple of times. He was doing well, not even going far enough ahead to pull, when suddenly he got a wild hair up his butt and took off running.
Everything went into slow motion about then. I distinctly remember thinking, "Oh Lord, there he goes and he's going to pull me over." Then I opened my mouth to yell his name and before I could get the second syllable out, I was flat on my back and being dragged up the sidewalk. Not exactly what I had in mind. Gee, if he'd given me fair warning, I might have taken some snowboarding lessons or something. Next time, I will NOT be wrapping any dang leashes tightly around my wrist.
Everything went into slow motion about then. I distinctly remember thinking, "Oh Lord, there he goes and he's going to pull me over." Then I opened my mouth to yell his name and before I could get the second syllable out, I was flat on my back and being dragged up the sidewalk. Not exactly what I had in mind. Gee, if he'd given me fair warning, I might have taken some snowboarding lessons or something. Next time, I will NOT be wrapping any dang leashes tightly around my wrist.
