Red Light
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Rebel stopped traffic today. Literally. This morning during our walk, Rebel began running after a couple of 7/8 year old boy and girl. You see, Rebel likes chasing after other people for some strange reason. But usually, after following them for about 5 steps or so, he'd turn back and run towards me.
Today he didn't. Instead of running towards me, from about 50 metres from where he was at, he continued running after the couple of pertrified kids. The stupid boy got really scared and started running across the road. Dumb fucking ass. Hasn't his mum told him that little Chihuahuas can't kill? Hasn't TV taught him that if a dog runs after him, the last thing he should do is to run because that encourages the dog to run faster?
Again, dumb fucking ass.
At lighting speed, I sprinted after Rebel and shouted at the boy "DON'T RUN! DON'T RUN!" at the same time. My god. The last time I sprinted was about 10 years ago when I was in the school's track-and-field team. 10 years ago! Before I discovered Mr Phillip Morris and Johnnie Walker!
Thankfully, the boy realised he couldn't outrun Rebel and finally slowed down. I ran across the road, raised my hands up at the oncoming traffic, and whopped Rebel up into my arms, giving him a 5-minutes lecture no less.
And meanwhile, there were 4 cars on the left and 3 cars on the right, that were forced to break because of Rebel.
Great job, Rebel. Apart from trying to chew off my Tramadol pills again this morning (look, it was in my freaking bag, across the tabe... who would've thought Rebel would climb up like a cat to dig for my pills?), he tried to do a M:1:III stunt.
Dogs do not have 9 lives, my son.
Today he didn't. Instead of running towards me, from about 50 metres from where he was at, he continued running after the couple of pertrified kids. The stupid boy got really scared and started running across the road. Dumb fucking ass. Hasn't his mum told him that little Chihuahuas can't kill? Hasn't TV taught him that if a dog runs after him, the last thing he should do is to run because that encourages the dog to run faster?
Again, dumb fucking ass.
At lighting speed, I sprinted after Rebel and shouted at the boy "DON'T RUN! DON'T RUN!" at the same time. My god. The last time I sprinted was about 10 years ago when I was in the school's track-and-field team. 10 years ago! Before I discovered Mr Phillip Morris and Johnnie Walker!
Thankfully, the boy realised he couldn't outrun Rebel and finally slowed down. I ran across the road, raised my hands up at the oncoming traffic, and whopped Rebel up into my arms, giving him a 5-minutes lecture no less.
And meanwhile, there were 4 cars on the left and 3 cars on the right, that were forced to break because of Rebel.
Great job, Rebel. Apart from trying to chew off my Tramadol pills again this morning (look, it was in my freaking bag, across the tabe... who would've thought Rebel would climb up like a cat to dig for my pills?), he tried to do a M:1:III stunt.
Dogs do not have 9 lives, my son.
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10:29 AM
looks to me Philip Morris & Johnny Walker hv some credit 4 givg u a quick mind & composure; at least in rescuing Rebel fr a dangerous traffic situatn.
gd thing nothg happened to Rebel.
my 5-cents' suggestn - leash him.
i wd luv to let my gal run free like some owners but i believe in insurance - u never noe when u need it ;)