So last night I took the dogs out to the front yard to do their nightly pee before bed, just as I do every night. I was wearing my pink sock monkey pajamas and my sock monkey slippers. Normally the dogs do their duty and come right back in.
But not last night.
They have a little friend in the court named Mocha, a little Chihuahua and something mix. Very small with a loud bark. So my dogs hear Mocha barking and go running over to her house. Great. Now I have to run through the court in my pajamas to go collect them (because God forbid they would actually ever come when I called them).
They’ve done this once or twice before and I’ve been able to collect them without incident.
But not last night.
As soon as I got over to Mocha’s house, Mocha’s mommy (Mary Anne) opens the front door and my dogs go bolting inside. As I stood there in horror, I see my dogs running circles around the inside of their house. They ran in circles through the living room (where Mocha’s dad, a retired circuit court Judge, was sitting in his easy chair watching tv), into the kitchen, through the dining room and back to the living room.
I apologized to Mary Anne, took a deep breath, and joined in the chase. After about 3 times around the circuit, I was able to grab Annabelle, and then Annabelle and I proceeded to do about 7 more laps around (and every time I passed the Judge I apologized profusely) before Max then took a detour and ran into their bedroom, jumped up on their bed and started barking at me. He was saying “this is bitchin mom!” Meanwhile, Mocha is barking non-stop, wondering who the hell is invading her territory this way.
And then Max leaped off the bed and proceeded to run down the hallway where I was able to trap him (which wasn’t easy considering I was still holding Annabelle) and picked him up. I stood there shaking and sweaty, holding my two little monsters, fully aware that I was in my sock monkey pajamas and slippers, and Mary Anne proclaimed “What fun! Your dogs are so cute!”
Yeah, cute isn’t the word I was thinking at the moment.
Feeling profoundly embarrassed and praying that I didn’t see my neighbors again for a very long time (never would suit me fine), I took my cute little dogs home, then collapsed on the couch in a fit of laughter at the absurdity of what had just happened. And then I decided that perhaps the backyard was the new destination for the nightly pee routine, at least when I have on my pink sock monkey jammies. Or the red ones. I have some of those too.
Have you ever had to chase after your dogs in your pajamas? What embarrassing things have you done in the name of your dogs? I want to know!
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