Wondrous flavors of whimsy and terror, and mirth reminiscent of AA Milne
and James Herriot. Delightful!
With abandon,
Patrick
On Thursday, April 20, 2017 at 9:33:24 PM UTC-6, LeahFoy wrote:
>
> TBBITW and I have put on the miles today. I had loaded up my little
> American Eskimo Dogg in his Wald basket (he drives a large Wald; he only
> drives American) on TBBITW to take him to the vet for boarding. The plan
> was for him to drive his Wald to the vet, drop him off and continue on to
> school on TBBITW to retrieve my sons. I had gone no further than a few
> houses before I noticed a neighbor and her off-leash miniature Schnauzer in
> their yard. "Milo" began to have conniptions, barking and growling and
> straining, but his mistress had him by his collar, so we exchanged hellos
> and I pedaled on. Not five seconds later I heard the sound of canine nails
> scraping pavement at a rapid pace behind me. There was Milo, full of fury
> and in hot pursuit of me, the Wald-driving Dogg and TBBITW. Was it Wald
> envy? Backabike bag envy? Doggs-in-high-places envy? We will never know
> because Milo's not saying.
>
> At that moment I had to make a choice. Do I stop so his owner can grab him
> and hope I won't have to pry my leg loose from his jaw? Do I trust my Dogg,
> who is now standing up in his Wald not to jump out and retaliate? I looked
> down at my bare legs. I was wearing my favorite yellow and white striped
> shorts ("My little lemon drop! My sunflower!" exclaimed my husband this
> morning.) and open-toe sandals. No. I'd like to keep my flesh, and my
> shorts look better without bloodstains. I decided he could neither be THAT
> persistent, nor that fast. I'd take off at a quick pace and he'd give up
> and go home in less than a block.
>
> I rounded the corner with Milo's mistress screaming behind me,
> "MIIILLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO!!!" but my course was set and my tires were eating up
> the road before me. I chanced a glance back and unbelievably, Milo was
> keeping pace! In fact, he was but a few feet behind me! He was lunging for
> my left Backabike bag! I sent up a silent prayer that I'd have it in me to
> go faster for longer. I was now on the open road leaving the neighborhood,
> a quarter mile into the chase. Milo was breathing harder but showed no
> signs of giving up. I pedaled harder and managed to put 30 feet between us.
> It was at this point I realized that the enraged and persistent Milo was at
> risk of becoming roadkill. I wanted to veer onto a sidewalk to get him off
> the road, but was moving too fast to do it safely - remember, my Dogg is
> still driving the Wald - not a stable arrangement. I approached an
> intersection, and noticed a woman in a large white SUV yielding to me at
> her stop sign. She could clearly see me, but she would not likely see Milo
> 30 feet behind me until he was under her tires. I had to communicate with
> her but how? I met her eyes, then turned my head and upper body backwards,
> as if watching something behind me. It worked. She noticed my pursuer and
> pulled up to me, slowing.
>
> I slowed as she asked through her lowered window, "Is that your dog?"
>
> "No!" I yelled, "He's trying to bite me!" Not eloquent, but I was WINDED.
> Milo saw his chance and seized it with all four canines. He closed the
> distance and was nearly upon me. I hit the pedals harder and begged my Dogg
> to sit down in his Wald.
>
> She sped off ahead of me, and I thought great, she's left me to deal with
> him alone. We were now nearing the one mile mark of the chase and the
> roundabout was looming. I would have to stop and yield to cars here. Milo
> would surely get his chance at a Leg of Leah. Not even the Wald-driving
> Dogg and the TBBITW would save me now.
>
> Suddenly, a ways ahead of me, the white SUV swerved right and stopped. I
> passed her and as I looked back, I saw her jump out and intercept Milo!!!
> He had a collar and I knew he'd be returned home. I nearly laughed with
> relief as I approached the roundabout and safely swirled downhill toward
> the vet's.
>
> The doorbell rang this evening and there stood Milo's mistress. She had
> somehow tracked down my address for the sake of profuse apologizing and
> requests to make this right. I apologized, too. I knew his mistress
> couldn't catch us and that Milo could have been lost to her forevermore.
> All's well and there wasn't an ounce of anger between us and Milo is now
> going to be leashed 100% of the time.
>
> If you ever have a similar encounter, may you have a Wald-driving Dogg and
> a TBBITW to usher you through it.
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