We're Just 2 Dogs Having Some Fun...

True....Seriously

Last night I went outside to move my car to a different location at our house. When I opened the door, there were 2 very large black chows sniffing around a bush in our yard. I saw there was a long lead that was going out to the street. Because it was dark, I assumed it was another a-hole standing there letting their dogs use our lawn as a port-a-potty.

I called my for my husband to come and put our dogs up and take a look at the situation. I didn't know who was holding the dogs, but I wasn't going to be the one to confront this dog owner. I went back to the door and lo and behold, the dogs were walking together and NO ONE was holding the 100 or so feet of heavy cable that bound them. It seemed they had escaped. And judging from the lion- style haircut on one of them, not a moment too soon.

I went out and bravely surveyed the situation(I think my husband was still putting on his shoes). It, indeed, was 2 large Chows bound together with what looked like a bull chain. This chain was then attached to the large cable. I picked up the cable about 50 feet from them and held it. They were obliviously knocking down trashcans and lawn ornaments as they sniffed and explored.

I realize at this point that what I did was not smart. But they didn't seem too irritated when they felt the tug of their freedom ending in my hands. They just turned and looked to see who was restricting their fun. I felt if I didn't hold onto this cable, these dogs would meet a double-dog demise or someone would drive their car into the cable like a deadly game of Limbo.

My husband finally came out and called the police. I was now trying to keep the dogs from knocking down the neighbor's mailbox and keep myself from falling over in the process. I was having flashbacks of my losing 6th grade tug-of-war team.

Finally, the police showed up. One policeman to be exact. He asked if they were our dogs. Uh..yeah.....we just decided about a half hour ago that we'd play one last game of "crack the whip" for good times sake before we gave them up....God love 'em.

After we assured them they were not ours, the officer pondered on how to get the dogs. Meanwhile, my husband and I were losing cartilage in our arm sockets keeping them at bay. He finally opened up his car door and said "Wanna go for a ride?". This, of course, is a universal phrase for dogs. One dog seemed excited and jumped in, and because they were tethered like Siamese twins, the other dog was pulled like a sack of potatoes.

The new challenge was to get 100 feet of cable in with them. After winding the cable like a couple of deckhands, we got the bundle of line into the backseat. And after a couple of taxpayer "thank you's!", he eventually drove off with the two rascally varmints.

Well, we definitely are gonna miss those two......but honestly..... we've really been wanting a cat.