Monday, September 24, 2007
They don't call them ankle biters for nothin'!!!!!
I'll first start by apologizing for those who love the animal I'm about to describe. (Sorry Deb)
The proverbial dog vs. mailman (or mailgirl in my case) is absolutely 100% true. I was driving along in my mail truck, sun shining, birds are singing along while I sing a Travis Cottrell praise and worship song, when I realize I have a package for the next house. I get out, still singing, knock on the door and then I hear dogs barking. Not the ferocious sound of a pit bull or a rottweiler. No, this was the lovely sound of an ankle biter. I guess I should have been prepared. Maybe I should have started doing the cha-cha....anything to get my chubby cankles out of the way of the impending ankle bite. Maybe it was the taco I ate for lunch...but I didn't move fast enough and Mrs. I-Can't-Put-my-dogs-up-when-the-mailman-comes-a-knockin opened the door. When I heard the dogs barking I could have made a run for it back to the truck but who wants to work up a sweat running from a dog that is smaller than one cheek of your fanny? Well since I didn't move fast enough *note to self, work on cha-cha* I was bit. I looked at Mrs. I-Can't-put-my-dog-up and said "It bit me." I immediately forgot about the sun, the birds, and Travis Cottrell. I wanted to drop kick that dog to the moon!!!! Now, mind you, I wasn't bleeding. I didn't think I was in danger of foaming at the mouth with rabies but I was MAD!!!! So the woman steps out on her porch talking baby talk to this thing that just bit me saying "c'mon *dog's name*...get in the house right this instant!" She finally gets the dog in the house and says "Do I need to sign for this?" I told her no...still waiting there for an apology. She then walks in the house and shuts the door while I walk back to my truck singing "WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?" while practicing my drop kick;)