Happy Monday everyone!
Hope you all had a great weekend. Mine was. . . . pretty good for the most part. I got a lot of running done, hit my PDR! and got to spend a lot of time with my family, which I was very happy about.
Friday, I hung out at my parents after painting a bit and waited for my sister and her boyfriend to arrive to do birthday festivities, but they arrived late because of traffic down the coast. So I chatted with them for a bit and we reorganized plans for the weekend. Soon after, I picked Eric up at the airport in the evening as his flight was delayed. He had been gone for several days so I was happy to have him home.
Saturday, I got my 15 miler done. I got it done early which I was very happy about because after 10:30 the rain came in and poured for hours.
I ended up ended up at my parents house to eat brunch with them, Victoria and Jason. I went to the studio to paint for a bit and then back to my parents house for birthday cake.
The skies cleared up a little while after and Vic wanted to do mini golf. It was my mom, Vic, Jason, Maria, Eric and I putt putting our way though holes flooded over. It was pretty fun. We pretty much had the course to ourselves (earlier rain kept the crowds away) and with some of the holes flooded, we skipped over to a couple other holes on different courses.
Maria won, followed by Eric and then myself. Mom and Jason were last. We played some games inside and gathered tickets for Vic. And we had some amazing milkshake froyo thingy which I really should have gotten a picture of. After the late night, we all headed home.
Sunday, it felt like it rained overnight again. It was a beautiful morning and the earth smelled so lovely. I decided to go on a short walk before meeting up with the family for the Hungarian Picnic. I grabbed Lando’s walking harness and away we went.
I love the way things smell after a rain. Everything is so fresh and clean. We followed some turkeys along a road and I even found a hawk feather. We were walking for about 20 minutes when got to a junction in the road and then crossed the street to continue our walk. Just as we got to the other sidewalk, when Lando stopped short as we heard rustling a head of us. And growling.
I saw the top of a dogs head from behind some of the plants in the corner house and heard it strain against its restraint and the breaking of the restraint. In an instant I saw a tan and white pitbull round the plants, mouth open wide, snarling at us, at Lando who stood two feet in front of me. It lunged. I yanked Lando back as the other dog went for his throat.
Somehow we got off the sidewalk. Instincts, fear, anger and adrenaline suddenly firing through me as I fought to stay between Lando and this dog that was circling us, snapping, lunging, growling. It went for Lando’s throat, his haunches, his back over and over again. I was kicking defensively, screaming, shrieking for help, for the dog to go away, to someone get the dog. I heard Lando whimpering as he struggled with me to stay away from the attacker.
I saw a rope attached to it’s collar. A pitiful faded yellow rope, one that you use as a clothesline, not one to restrain a freaking pit bull, trailing behind it. It was a good 6 feet long and I was getting tangled in it as it kept attacking. It’s body slammed into my legs and I nearly toppled over.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a lady from the house where the dog came from. Then two guys. One came running and after what seemed like forever, managed to get a hold of the dog. I somehow hurriedly disentangled myself from the rope. I looked up and saw the guy holding the dog back and I hurled an obscenity or two at the people.
I ran to the opposite side walk, quickly checked a trembling Lando over. His coat was covered with saliva from the other dog and I could see tufts of hair pulled out, but no obvious marks. I said “home!” and Lando turned in the direction of home and we fled.
As soon as we crashed through the front door, I yelled for Eric and his response “I’m up! I’m up!” Haha. He came out of the bedroom, saw me a disheveled panting mess on the floor and Lando in disarray and he rushed to our side. I told him what happened as we thoroughly checked Lando over and thankfully, no bites. No scratches. Nothing but fur missing in a few areas, but Lando is a fluff ball so he won’t miss it. I have leash burn on my fingers and a barely noticeable tear on my sweat pants.
It could have been so much worse. So much worse. Lando is unharmed and that’s what matters to me. I was extremely shaken up and thinking about it now, it still troubles me. What if Lando wasn’t a dog but a small child? What if some parent was walking along with their child ahead of them (as I have seen in our neighborhood numerous times) and the dog did what it did?? I’m horrified at the thought and extremely pissed at the owners. To be so irresponsible in having their dog so pathetically unrestrained in their front yard where it is aggressive just boggles me.
After it all, Eric and I went to the picnic and met up with my family. We stayed there for a couple hours laughing and talking, came home, picked up Lando, went to Petsmart [Lando said hi to people and other dogs, happy no ill effects from the attack] and then back home for chores and relaxing. Victoria and Jason went home to Eureka area right after the picnic and I’m glad we got to seem them for a little bit for her birthday.
It was such a weird weekend. I enjoyed every moment though. Without the dog attack. I could have done with out that.
Tell me. . .
What was the most exciting or fun thing you did this weekend?
Have you ever been in a scary situation where adrenaline and survival mode kicked in?
When was the last time you played mini golf?