So my wife is on a trip to the Sahara Desert, and I am responsible for everything while she is gone. Here are 2 photos, one of her on a camel and the other of my new pet she is bringing back.
Well, as I have said before, Cooper hates cars driving down our street. I honestly believe his girlfriend got run over by a car in a past life. So, when I walk him with Phoebe, I have to be very careful because he wants to attack every moving car. OK, we are out walking, and I see my neighbors' gardeners getting ready to leave in their trucks, so I head off the street back into my yard. As I get about halfway down our yard, they start driving away, and I am holding the leash tightly, but then I trip over a rock and Cooper gets loose and chases them down the road. I panic, but I still have Phoebe on a leash. Now Cooper is already 200 yards away and still pursuing their trucks. My only option is to run after them, hoping the trucks stop before the main road just up ahead. As I am running, I am thinking that as a 71-year-old man this could easily lead to a fatal heart attack. However, if Cooper gets killed it would be my fault, and my wife would kill me. I decided to keep running because dying while chasing the dog would be a lot less painful than trying to explain to my wife how I got her Cooper killed.
Fortunately, another car came the opposite way up the road, and Cooper went after it, and thank God he pulled into the next driveway, so Cooper stopped, and I was able to catch him. With a huge sigh of relief, I staggered home.