This is my dog Mena. She’s a chocolate lab and she’s old. Twelve years or so. She’s really a sweet dog, best I’ve ever owned but sometimes she goes temporarily crazy.
I was up until midnight last night and even though I knew she had probably been out a few hours ago I decide to let the dog out before bed. We do not have a fenced in yard (what a luxury) and she usually does her business and comes right back in, the cold is not something she has been accustomed to. Tonight however was a sweltering 20 degrees and she must have been feeling frisky because she took off. Thank goodness I had slipped on my boots to stand guard but I was still decked out only in my pajamas. This consisted of bright red Christmas themed pants and a Chicago bears shirt.
I had to take off after her, dressed as I was. Of course I’m trying to be quiet because I don’t need people filming some crazy lady in pajamas running after her senior citizen dog and uploading it onto Youtube. I’m following the dog and she’s clearly taking me on a difficult path. She must be hoping I’ll fall or get stuck in the snow drift. At one point she’s wading in snow up to her neck and just when I think I am within reach of her collar she shows me that she was just letting me THINK I could catch her. At this point all I can do is growl at her that her days are numbered. She’s old right? She has to get tired eventually.
The problem is, I’m the one starting to slow down. I’m wading through snow up to my knees and jogging when I can. I start to breathe heavier but the air is so cold that I can feel the pain in my lungs begin like a low roaring fire. Finally I see Mena up ahead, she’s been distracted by something in someone’s yard and I’m thinking… whatever it is, please don’t let her eat it. She doesn’t but she remains distracted enough that I finally catch her. I wasn’t smart enough to grab her leash so I’m hunched over holding onto her collar. I see the neighbors light on now, they must be watching me and laughing. They don’t like me anyway so I’m sure this is high entertainment.
I finally get her in the house and she has the nerve to stop and give me her “got a treat?” look. My throat and lungs are on fire and now there’s this weird wheezing/rattling sound coming from each breath. I drink a cup of warm water which seems to help but the wheezing is still with me and it’s now the next morning and I’m still mad at the dog. I get a cup of steaming hot coffee as I sit down to write this and a nice rough rumbling cough has set in. Lovely.
I’ll stop whining now. I love my dog but this little incident has really confirmed what I have known all my life. I’m really a cat person. I might even be a crazy cat lady in the making.