Teenie Weenie Dog

Wow! So, the silly little video is taking off... Right on! The message is clear ~ "GOOD" does count ~ Nice guys don't always have to finish last! Wheewww that's good news, because I was seriously beginning to wonder about that... Do the bad guys ever get caught at their game? Do the good guys ever get what they deserve?

I'm studying... Going to the DMV to take my motorcycle license. Actually, I'm kinda nervous about it. Tests don't usually bother me... I mean come on, I've been faced with greater challenging tests, but this little motorcycle test has ME nervous. We'll see...

So, the other day, my Mom called me all in a panic, "Quick get over here, it's an emergency." I dropped everything and went flying over there ~ thinking somebody was ill or injured. No. My mom was babysitting her sister-in-laws little (and I mean tiny) dog. When L came home, the dog escaped! The little teenie weenie dog ran away. My Mom grabbed her phone, but no shoes and took off after the dog. She called me and C. I live across town and it took me a good 5 mins to get there (I was speeding). Here's the scene I came upon...

BIG truck stopped in the middle'ish of the street, my barefooted mother with her arm's flailing, C breathless and hair poking out in all directions. But I DIDN'T see a teenie weenie dog. I got out of my car, crossed the street in time to see C jump into the man's passenger window... Feet off the ground, body dangling into the truck...and then I heard it. The TEENIE WEENIE dog was fighting back! C withdrew from the window and blood was dripping off both her arms. So, my Mom says to ME, "open the door and get the dog out." I said, "Are you kidding me? I'm not going to get bit up... Mr. you just got yourself a dog." Poor guy... he looked like he was about to go into shock! Mom got the dog out, carried it home and promptly put into the carrier. The man drove back to the house where I CLEANED out his truck. Let me say it this way... BOY dog, scared = pee'd all over the truck. Like a hose turned on, but no one at the controls... AND that's not all... little teenie weenie dog was scared = dog shit everywhere! And I am NOT exaggerating...EVERYWHERE.

The guy said he was driving by and saw my Mom running down the street with a handicapped woman chasing her and he thought something was wrong... so he pulled over to help my Mom... when he opened his door, that little dog came out of nowhere and jumped up into his truck!

In the middle of all THAT ~ the window guy came to replace the kitchen window (and MY dog was trying to KILL him), the cancer dog had diarrhea in the living room and Mrs. S (from church) stopped by to say "hey".

I cleaned up all the dog "stuff" while apologizing profusely to the guy... "I'm so sorry... these things only happen in MY family..." My Mom had gone to change her clothes, cuz she had dog poop all over her! She came out with CD's for the man... Actually, he was really NICE about the whole thing and turns out... he lives up the street, just got home from Iraq and is acclimating to "normal" life again. Buddy, get involved with MY family and your life ain't never going to be "normal"... Him and his wife may come to church on Sunday. :)

Mom did NOT tell her sister-in-law about the teenie weenie dog's great escape... I haven't told my Mom about the Vespa.

I'm going to the DMV to take my motorcycle test!