Must Love Dogs
I had a bit of an “accident” this morning. One of my dogs, a 70 pound Black Lab, took off running through the neighbors’ yards as I was walking her. She dragged me through a couple of yards at about 100 miles per hour, up and down some very steep terrain, until my legs gave out and I fell forward. It was like sliding into home plate, only there was no cheering as I came to a screeching halt. I got up, dusted off, assessed the damage (a sprained elbow, injured shoulder, and two busted kneecaps), and then looked for Molly. She was chatting it up with two neighbor dogs.
When I finally made my way to her, she refused to go back home. I was forced to try to carry her, which didn’t go well at all. My already aching muscles just couldn’t handle the load. I carried her for a few steps, put her down, and then she ran right back to those dogs, dragging me with her. This continued for 30 minutes! I needed help, and there was no one around to get it from. I have never been so relieved as I was when I finally got her back to the house.
My clothes were stained with mud and grass. My body ached like you wouldn’t believe. And I was late for work. Not only that, but Molly was supposed to have a vet appointment this morning. I should have already dropped her off by that time. I called to reschedule the appointment, changed clothes, and then headed to work.
I am completely exhausted, and it’s only 10:26 AM!
This brings me to another requirement for my boyfriend. He must love dogs. He must be able and willing to brave long, dangerous walks with Molly and Cruella. I just don’t think I’m capable of doing this for much longer.
Boyfriend, are you out there? I need some help here!
When I finally made my way to her, she refused to go back home. I was forced to try to carry her, which didn’t go well at all. My already aching muscles just couldn’t handle the load. I carried her for a few steps, put her down, and then she ran right back to those dogs, dragging me with her. This continued for 30 minutes! I needed help, and there was no one around to get it from. I have never been so relieved as I was when I finally got her back to the house.
My clothes were stained with mud and grass. My body ached like you wouldn’t believe. And I was late for work. Not only that, but Molly was supposed to have a vet appointment this morning. I should have already dropped her off by that time. I called to reschedule the appointment, changed clothes, and then headed to work.
I am completely exhausted, and it’s only 10:26 AM!
This brings me to another requirement for my boyfriend. He must love dogs. He must be able and willing to brave long, dangerous walks with Molly and Cruella. I just don’t think I’m capable of doing this for much longer.
Boyfriend, are you out there? I need some help here!

