Well, THAT was fun…

Well, THAT was fun…

Well, THAT was fun…
I was home alone when someone was doing “finger push-ups” on the doorbell…I finally checked the windows (with the mission impossible theme song playing in my head) to see who it was…our propane guy.
Barefooted, I ran the “get-the-propane-guy’s-attention-marathon” to our junk drawer, grabbed the gate key and jumped over some dog poop to get to my destination…the backyard gate. With the speed of a jackrabbit, the lock was thrown off the gate as I awkwardly made my way towards his truck. Step by step I sneaked up to the passenger truck window…not seeing the driver at first until I got closer. I gave him an awkward wave. He got out of his truck and introduced himself…I did NOT register his name for I then realized what I looked like in the eyes of a propane guy…

OLD SWEATPANTS
STAINED T-SHIRT
HAIR FALLING OUT OF MY ONCE CUTE HEADBAND UPDO
AWKARD FACIAL EXPRESSION
OH NO…IT DOESN’T STOP THERE…

I told PG (propane guy) that Duke is friendly, all-the-while thankful that our small dogs were inside…
I decided to make it easier on PG, and bring DUKE inside. I call Duke over but instead of him coming inside, TWO of our little mutts escaped, barking with the fury of a cat thrown into water! I ran, yelling at the dogs to come to me but who would want to come to a loud-voiced human who is irritated? ๐Ÿ˜
Finally, I caught-up to my dog and grabbed him while he was in mid-pee, kept on scolding Tula, and called Duke over. I did a quick look at PG who had the propane truck hose ready to come into our backyard but was held back for some reason…I saw it on his face. FEAR. Was it fear of the little dogs or fear of the crazed, hair going every-which-way, dog-chasing, dog-scolding human with the old clothes? Well, let’s just say his surprised/scared eyes weren’t on the dogs.

I ended up bringing all the dogs in the house (I think God felt sorry for me and FINALLY made the dogs understand my threats). I did not look back even once…although, I did listen…and a large amount of minutes passed before I heard the guy in our backyard.

*Sigh* I think both PG and I learned something today…I learned to handle crazy situations (even when I myself look crazy) and PG learned to face his fears (even if it took him a few minutes to step foot in our backyard again).

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๐Ÿ‘†Don’t let this cute pic of one of our pups fool you…if someone comes in our backyard, this dog is like a hungry mosquito when it first senses blood.

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