My Little Houdini/Lebron/Babygirl -- Pt. 2

So the following story didn't come to you as soon as I planned, but hey, it's here.

Once again, I was not there to witness the actual events of this occurrence, but it has been relayed to my by a very trustworthy and reputable source, Rebecca.

A couple blocks from my house, we have an outdoor ice rink which doubles as an unleashed dog park during the summer months, a wonderful place to bring a dog who LOVES to run. Becca brought Mae there one day while I was, again, at work. It was a little busier there than usual, a lot of people had their dogs with them on this nice summer day. The dog park, however, remained empty and would soon belong to Mae.

As she was running around the dog park, there was another dog being walked on the pathway on the other side of the fence. Normally, this is no big deal, but this path was just high enough so that Mae could see on the other side.

Mae likes to say hello to other dogs.

Remember, Mae is a boxer, a fairly intimidating-looking dog to most people.

Mae, who in the past has had absolutely no issue jumping over baby gates on the 3rd step from the basement, decided that she wanted to say hello to this little chihuahua. She proceeded to take a few steps back, run, and clear the 4 ft. high fence in a single bound. (She's a little more like Superman than Lebron I think, but last time I went with Lebron so I kinda have to stick with Lebron)

As Rebecca (who doesn't fly like Superman) is running to the door to get out of the dog park, Mae runs toward this little dog who has been swept up by its owner...who has dropped her cell phone and everything else she had in her hands. I'm pretty happy I wasn't there, because the frantic look I have put on this freaked out owner who thinks her dog is becoming my dog's chew toy is probably a much funnier look than the actual pissed-off cranky look she had on her face at the time.

End of the story short, Becca pulled Mae off the owner, got her on her leash, and took her home. When I got there she told me the story, appalled at what Mae had done. My only response was a good, hard laugh and a "well, you shouldn't buy a dog that looks like a chew toy."

Becca doesn't take her to the dog park without me anymore.

Until next time,

Don't buy a dog that looks like a chew toy, or my dog will treat it as such.