He's like the wind
So, I have a dog named Reggie Bush. He is a little dauschaund/terrier mix and around a year old. I love him to pieces. We actually adopted him from his previous owners who couldn't have dogs in their apt. He is the most precious dog you will ever meet! He sleeps with us, and he's usually right by my side. I'm not saying he's perfect. He's not the brightest dog. Although, I know he's smarter than he lets on to be. He LOVES to run away....here is when this story gets interesting.
I work 12 hour shifts at a time. I have a short week of 2 12's, followed by my long week of 4 12's straight. I can't complain though, I get five whole days off every other week! Well, yesterday was my first day off after my 4, so I was tired. I'm not one of those perfect women who wake up at 7:00 to make breakfast for their husbands, WHATEVER! NO, I would much rather be selfish and sleep until 10:00, thanks. So that's what we did, we slept in until around 9:45. I usually sleep in something sexy for my man: boxers, and an old t-shirt. Well, I wake up looking beautiful with my oily hair pulled in a clip, and no tanner on. (I have to have tanner, I am whiter than snow) Doing what he does best, Reggie has to pee. Which is fine, I usually always take him out first thing. I couldn't find the leash, but I trust that Reggie would never run from me. Yeah.
We get outside on the porch, and things seem okay. It seems like Reggie is going to be a good boy. That is, until I spot him. Our retired older neighbor who is ALWAYS in his yard. (We do not have a privacy fence*sobs*) He is quietly watering his garden, and then Reggie is off. I am PANICKED! I am like, OH Shitakemushrooms! I look like lowlife death! I scream at Reggie, NOOOOOOOOO please come back!!!!!!!! He doesn't. He runs all the way to this poor guy, and acts like he is going to pee on his plants! I hear the old man saying, "NO, do not PEE!!!!" I then start running over there. I am running with my white legs exposed in boxers, a t-shirt on without a bra, no makeup, hair in a clip, and no shoes. My secret is now given away. Yes, I am a lazy person. The worst part? Reggie still won't come to me. I am so mad. The guy is saying, "It's okay, I just don't want him to pee on my plants!" I'm apoligizing, and I finally get a hold of him! I snatch him up by his back hair, and bring him back. Saying a silent prayer that he isn't looking at my scarry white legs.(Which I'm sure he was, poor guy) We finally get back to the house, and I fuss at him but I'm sure it will do no good. I'm sure he will do it to me again. Oh the day in the life of a pet owner without a fence. 
