|Yeah, she got |
Okay, so it rained literally all day Saturday (and all day yesterday. It's been raining every single day for weeks) so Nola and The Minions 3 had been cooped up inside all day, only going outside for very quick potty breaks. They were going a bit stir crazy, given they're an active breed and all four dogs are 3 or under, which is why I was very happy when the rain let up to a slight drizzle in the evening.
I put all four dogs outside (in the fenced backyard) to run around and burn off some steam while Sweetie, Sugar and I sat down to dinner. We're all eating, and midway through dinner Sugar says he hears something. We listen, and don't hear a thing, so brush it off as
We hear the noise for the third time, and this time it's loud enough we can tell it's coming from the front door. Our door looks sort of like this:
So we could see that there wasn't a person at the door (and there's windows looking onto the front porch, so no one was hiding. Believe me, it crossed my mind). We're in kind of a rural area (as in, about 10-15 minutes into town), but we have fairly close neighbors on both sides and live on a pretty busy street. Our one neighbors have about 15-20 dogs, and 2 of them get out a lot and come in our yard (and get into the trash and shit in the yard, but that's a different post) a lot.
We figured it was either A) the neighbors dogs B) a squirrel or some other small animal or C) no clue.
Sugar goes to the door, looks out and doesn't see anything. We hear the sound again, and Sugar opens the door a few inches. A small, damp, shivering brown streak runs in and dashes for me. I'm about two seconds away from screaming or jumping on a chair, thinking it's a coypu (go here and look it up. Scary shit right there) or some other animal I don't want near me, but the I realize: IT'S NOLA!!!!!!!
Nola, who was suppose to me in my secure backyard. Nola, who was sitting on my front porch just a few yards away from my neighbors aggressive dogs (for my long term followers, these are the dogs that killed our pregnant goat when we first moved here). Nola, who was just 40ft from the busy road. Nola, who opened the gate just enough to squeeze her narrow, badger hunting body through. Nola, who would have been hit by a car or mauled and killed by the neighbors dogs had she not come to the porch. Nola, who was freaking knocking to come inside!
I'm stunned, horrified, scared shitless, incredibly relieved, and very close to tears as I pick up my soaked and shivering dog. Nola, happy to have been let in and back with me, has her tail going 90 miles an hour and wants to be loved. I dry her off and hold her close, thanking whomever might be up there for keeping my girl safe. I'm not a religious person at all (if I had to classify myself, I would be a "Cafeteria Catholic", but even that's a stretch. I don't know where exactly I stand with religion, but once again that's a topic for another post), but you can bet your ass I said a prayer of thanks that night.
Luckily, the Minions 3 are too stupid to follow Nola's lead, and stayed safely in the yard.
Nola is the smartest dog I've ever owned or met (she's also the biggest velcro dog), and that's not me being a doting dog-mom, which I totally am. Not only did she figure out that jumping at the back door wouldn't get her let in (a favorite pass time or hers, and why we have door knobs and not handles), she figured out how to push the gate open, realized I was in the house and didn't leave to search for me, went to the front door and waiting patiently until she was let in. Normally I love how intelligent she is, as it makes her a joyful challenge to train and an engaging dog to live with, but that day I wished she was stupid as the Minions 3.
|Now she has to stay put. A rock, a collar, and a leash secured to the gate.|
I've only been that scared by something she's done one other time. She was about 9 months old, and we were on a trip to Atlanta. We'd stop at a gas station to pee, and while Sweetie and I were using the bathroom Nola escaped from the car when Sugar opened the door and went to the door of the gas station just as I was coming out (seeing a theme yet?). Luckily she was dragging her leash and I stepped on it and scooped her up before any harm happened. Obviously.
So there you have it! That's how B gave me a heart attack of epic proportions, and why I'm now grey haired (very, very prematurely). And people wonder why I have such anxiety over her......
PS: Yes, it was sand in yesterday's photo. ;) We live in Florida, and Nola's never seen snow. And if it was snowing, little kielbasa would be bundled up. She demands her sweater on if it's below 60 degrees.