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Chasing that escape artist, Edmund

May 25, 2011

Of course you’d do anything to rescue your child. But would you risk your health and make a fool of yourself for your pet? I had to make that choice quickly Saturday when Edmund Dog slipped out the front door and raced down the street after two boys on bikes as I was putting mail in the mailbox.

Thinking he didn’t have on his collar and ID, I raced after him despite the fact that I was wearing my pajamas and fuzzy winter robe to celebrate another I Will Not Turn on the Furnace in May Day.

“Boys! Help! Catch my dog! Help!” I screamed as I ran down the middle of the street. (Catch MY dog? I meant JEFF’s dog.) “Come, Edmund! Treats!” I yelled. But the boys raced on. And the dog raced on. And the fuzzy haired crazy woman wearing the crocs and fuzzy bathrobe raced on. We careened right at the first corner and left at the next corner.

Did I mention that I’ve had an intermittent Achilles-related hobble for two years now (despite the two doctors, acupuncturist and physical therapist) because I WALKED up a steep hill with a long-legged friend? And here I was running like my dog’s life (I mean Jeff’s dog’s life) depended on it. The chase fizzled after a block and a half when Edmund paused to examine a furry friend’s fire-hydrant-type remarks and I nabbed him.

Son, age 20, gets brownie points for locating his shoes and the leash and chasing after us and then escorting Edmund home. And he got a steak dinner for not locating the camera and not creating a YouTube video of the fuzzy royal blue creature chasing the fuzzy black creature.

Did I mention that I have a doctor’s appointment today to discuss the shin splint on the left leg? And don’t tell Hubby, who has Edmund enrolled in a kindness-and-slow-learning obedience school, but Son and I are working behind his back to quickly teach Dog a new trick: “Come, Edmund!”  We’re hardcore, using the dried liver dog treats Hubby baked so lovingly last week.

(And now we’ll find out if Hubby actually reads these blog posts.)

P.S. After four days of hobbling, the shin splint is almost gone. And funny thing, but the Achilles injuries seem better. Perhaps someone could research dog chasing as a treatment for long-term Achilles problems.

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. Eve Wallinga permalink
    May 25, 2011 5:04 pm

    OMG, Julie! This is hilarious! Thank you!

  2. vickie permalink
    May 25, 2011 5:43 pm

    I could pic the whole episode!!!! We have had to the same for white dog, same manners as Edmund. Run as fast as they can and pretend they can’t hear you and that they have no idea of who that is hollering for them to come…..Several times Mother let Ruffy (cairn terrier) just run til he came back on his own. One night the police turn on their siren for only a short tune, to get after him for being out. Yes, the THINGS you do for your dog, I mean Jeff’s dog!!!!

  3. Linda H. permalink
    May 26, 2011 12:48 am

    I’ve been caught out on the road in my robe too rescuing some Saturday a.m. walkers from our overly friendly pet!! Love the photo — What a pair!! Thanks for the smiles!!

  4. Greta permalink
    May 26, 2011 12:49 am

    And I missed all the fun!! Edmund thinks he is in charge and pack leader. I recommend watching some of The Dog Whisperer’s videos. You never know. Maybe you can get him to make a video about you and Edmund errr I mean Jeff and Edmund.

  5. May 26, 2011 8:14 am

    Hee hee — funny! I’m glad you got a photo (smile)

  6. Pam permalink
    May 29, 2011 8:05 am

    So funny, Julie!! Loved it! You should get paid for this 🙂

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