When Duffy was a puppy, he escaped the house and ended up in the neighbor's yard barking frantically at the Virgin Mary statue.
He escaped another time and raced into the road to chase a large truck that was attempting to turn the corner near our house. "STOP!" I shouted to the truck as my little black dog trotted up to it. I caught up to Duffy and he ran from me. Then in the middle of the intersection (another car had stopped by this point), he and I faced off. He wanted to get past me to the truck. He went left- I went left. It was much like a cow-pony cuts a cow from the herd, then competes to see if he can keep the cow out. (See
video here if you don't know what I mean.) After a couple more feints left and right, I dove on him in the middle of the road.
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| Photo by Wild Fillies Photography |
The man who was stepping out of his truck to help me me cheered for me and said, "Impressive!"
I was chasing after the dog in rain boots- not the best for running, pivoting and diving, but...
This isn't the first time I've held up traffic. Once, when I was shakily rollerblading toward an intersection... well, here is the story how I previously blogged about it:
The rollerblading incident: I’m not a good rollerblader, so I left my street to cross an intersection to another neighborhood with hardly any traffic. I rolled up to the 3 way stop between at the end of my neighborhood, which is pretty busy as the offices nearby let out. As I roll up, so do three other cars. Well, I can’t stop, so I hold out my arms in a grand “STOP PLEASE, COMING THROUGH” gesture. I take maybe three strides, then hit some gravel and TOTALLY WIPE OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE INTERSECTION, landing right on my back. Well, the cars can’t very well drive over me, so they have to wait while I look up at the sky for a moment, carefully pick myself up, and roll away. This wasn’t one of those “when you look back on it, it’s really funny” incidents. It was really, really funny at the time.
