People amaze me.
Today some guy rang the doorbell, which is a cue for my 80 lb. German Shepherd puppy to go nuts and ran to the door barking and growling and jumping all over. I grab him by the collar and open the door and some guy is there and he wants to come in and give me an estimate on blinds. WTF?! First off we've already ordered our blinds so this is completely unnecessary but do people really go door to door for this?? So Heineken, my puppy, gets away from me but the guy is petting him while he talks to me so I'm not to worried. Without warning he like stops and Heineken takes off to the neighbors yard and the guy is just like "Oh, he'll come back." Says I'm covered for blinds and like goes out to his van and leaves. I was flabbergasted. Really?!
I was still in my pajamas and completely barefoot, which I'm sure this guy could see, so I go out to grab Heineken but he is still a puppy so he takes off running. I go after him but the faster I run the faster he runs. I am not about to take the chance that "oh, he'll come back," because we just moved (duh! hence why we don't have blinds) and his name collar has our old address on it from NV.
So I chase him all along the sidewalk (good thing he apparently has enough sense not to run in the street), out of our neighborhood, (which is like a giant circle, not a court), and onto the road across the street from the school. Now I'm concerned. I'm afraid if he sees a kid he'll make a break for it.
What makes it worse is the guy clearly saw him taking off and me chasing him calling his name and he just drove off. Douche. A little helping grabbing my overgrown puppy you let go would be nice considering you're a full-grown male AND are currently wearing shoes.
So I chase him like half way down the street the school is on and finally grab him by the collar because he's stopped to smell what appears to be a piece of poop (gross!) But the adventure doesn't end there.
I know have to go all the way back down to our house, which by this point is pretty far away, with minimal shaded sidewalk patches. So by the time I get back I'm wincing and on the verge of tears because my feet hurt so bad. I'm afraid they are going to blister and walking around the house HURTS. I'm now using ice bags to try and cool them down and hopefully prevent blisters/swelling but it f@#&ing hurts.
To make it worse every time Heineken needs to go outside or I need to get something I have to get up and walk across the tile floor. I'm about to crawl upstairs now so I can wash my feet.
So thanks douchebag blinds salesman. And thanks Heineken, we are not friends today.
Until Next Time,
Nora
Oh, and as I side note, I was also woken up before 7 a.m. this morning by my puppy who decided to rip up a cardboard book. Seriously?! I had to clean it up and when I vacuumed the remaining pieces it smelled like something was burning. We leave him around the house by himself while we're sleeping all the time and he is perfectly well behaved so I'm not sure why he chose today to be a jerk.
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