Last week Steve and I had a fantastic, and much needed, date night of happy hour and a Bon Iver concert at The Paramount in Seattle. (President Obama was there the night before!) I only took photos on my phone, so I apologize for the quality.
I went on a run in my neighborhood tonight, and since I had my glasses on I could see right away that there was a tiny little dog following me. Visual:
I realized after I got a few houses down that if I didn’t stop, this little guy wasn’t going to either, so I stopped running hoping he would go home. Instead he did the opposite of what any normal dog would have done and dashed into oncoming traffic. Holy panic attack. I started going after the dog thinking I could just carry him to his home, except that when I got close to him he stopped in the middle of the street and started barking at me. So I tried backing off hoping he’d follow me, but he just kept barking. At this point there were now 4 or 5 cars lined up in both directions. I’m sure the people in the cars were placing false blame on me, assuming it was my dog (when in fact the dog was at fault here and I was trying to be the hero. Obviously.) So I’m doing this awkward ‘move towards the dog to try and grab it and immediately backing up when it starts barking’ dance when a little girl (7 or 8 years old) with no shoes on runs out of a house up the street, continues to run into the street without looking (thankfully the cars were still stopped staring at me), grabbed the dog and yelled, “Sowwy” – Gilly style. I was still standing there debating whether or not to have a little chat with this girl’s parents about how I could have witnessed their dog and their daughter die tonight, when a woman rode past me really, really slowly on a bike and said, “I haven’t ridden a bike in like 25 years. I feel like the Paperboy video game. Do you remember that?” Visual:
Obviously I do, I mean who doesn’t, and I suppose I was so content with the memory of that game that I continued on my way without an awkward confrontation.