If you follow me on Instagram then you may already know I’ve recently developed an eye twitch. I have no idea why but according to Dr. Google it’s most likely due to lack of sleep, or stress. I’m going to wager a bet here and go with C, both!
Over the weekend I decided not to do too much work on the computer to see if that would alleviate some of the symptoms.
It did not.
Fortunately not being on the computer left me with lots of time to do work around the house and to get some runs in. On Saturday, I ran 10 lovely miles around the neighborhood and it was stellar. I enjoyed every single solitary minute of it, even when this guy try to seduce me somewhere around mile 4.
After I finished running MacGyver and I decided to go to some garage sales and putter around for a bit, after which I came home and did about 4 hours of lawn work. I was tired but in order to avoid the computer I was thinking about starting a new craft project. As I went outside to look at an old piece of furniture I have stored in the garage, I noticed a stray dog running around the road and we locked eyes and of course he ran right up to me.
Obviously he was someone’s pet as he had a collar and tag, but no number. After a few minutes a friend of ours drove up and said that the dog had been at his house earlier and he had given it some food and he was worried it would be hit as it wasn’t really afraid of cars so we decided to try and find the rightful owner. The dog was running around and not really wanting to be controlled so every time one of us got close it took off.
Finally, we cornered the dog at a house around the corner and knocked on the door and I asked the guy if he knew who owned the dog. He didn’t, but as luck would have it, he worked at the humane society and offered to take the dog in and read the chip to find the owner. While standing there talking to the guy, a random guy in a gray car peeled around the corner at around 80 miles an hour. We all yelled at the idiot in the car to slow down and then you won’t believe what happened next.
He drove his car up onto the sidewalk and actually tried to run over me and my friend. Seriously.
I was stunned. Too stunned to even try to get a license plate number. Not that it would have mattered because by the time I got up and turned around he was a half a mile to Sunday.
The guy at the house took the dog and found the owner and returned it, and we went back to my house to tell MacGyver what happened. I don’t think MacGyver really understood how close we actually came to getting hit and I’m kind of glad he didn’t see because it was really close. What kind of person does that? I can’t for the life of me figure out why on earth you would do something like that. Miscreants!
On Sunday I ran 5.5 miles and I looked very hard for that silver car because I am determined to find it. I’m sure he must live somewhere in this neighborhood. And when I find him, and I will, I will watch that guy like a hawk until I find out how I can get him off the streets. It just takes patience, and I’ve got all the time in the World.
Also, Kharma always wins because yesterday while MacGyver was cleaning the boat and I was working in the yard again another dog wandered over and plopped down right beside us! No really.
This one was a pit bull mix, very sweet but hot and thirsty. I walked it around the neighborhood for a good hour and a half and we kept it at our house for another 3 or 4 and could not find out who owned it. Finally around 8:30 last night MacGyver and I got in the car and drove around looking to see who might own this dog. We stopped at all kinds of houses and talked with all kinds of people. No one had a clue but we did meet the owners of the black dog that I had helped to rescue the previous day.
Just when we were ready to give up I decided to try one more loop around and I saw a guy outside talking on the phone so I pulled over to try and ask him if he knew of anyone missing a dog and while I was waiting for him to end his conversation a car pulled up behind us. The people in the car said, ‘hey you didn’t happen to find a lost dog did you?’
And here is the greatest part of the story, the guy driving the car was the guy in the house who’s door we had knocked on the previous day. He was the guy who worked at the humane society and helped us save the black dog, the pit bull was HIS dog!
So yeah, basically I’m responsible for rescuing all the dogs in the neighborhood this weekend.
You would think after all that my eye would stop twitching but, nope. Oh well, before I leave you for the day, here are a few more pictures from my trip to Tennessee.
What was the best thing you did over the weekend?
Where is your hometown?
What do you love most about your hometown?