|When you got to go...|
"It's the third time this morning!" I complained (Annoyed that I was going to have to get up AGAIN!).
"That was part of the deal. We got a dog because you said you would walk him," she shot back.
Great, she used the "you said" card again! I did promise to walk the dog if we got one, only after years of hearing our kids beg us to get one (Our two previous dogs died about six months apart four years ago), but, are you kidding? Three times in one morning? I had no idea it would be so often!
I threw the blankets off in a huff, climbed out of bed, slipped into my shorts and sandals and headed for the door, as the terrier, who we named Winston, broke into his happy dance when I pulled out the leash (Yes, it's a lot of fun for me too, I thought!).
St. Paul did say, "Love is patient. Love is kind," but, let's be real, do you think he really meant before the first cup of morning coffee? I couldn't believe it. He woke up at 5:30am, then at 7:30am and again at 8:30am! I swore I had to check the fiber content in his food. This was ridiculous!
It had been a rough morning. Aside from the lack of sleep, during my first two walks (the first one in the dark), as I slumbered along following the determined half-pint, I ran into a spider web that I thought I ate the first time around and it was back when I walked the same route the second time!
|Walking the dog battle scars...|
Obviously, by the third walk I avoided that area like the plague but when I got home and went to the bathroom, I noticed a bright red welt over my left eye that was sore and apparently left over from our second walk. That female dog! I must have gotten bitten by the vengeful spider!
For the rest of the week, I kept waiting for the welt to go away. It was swollen and tender. I put a couple of different antibacterial and antibiotic creams on it but nothing. It must have gotten infected.
By Friday night, my wife asked if I was going to turn into Jimmy Smits, from the movie The Believers, and I begin screaming, "Culebra!" at the top of my lungs, before spiders started to come out of the welt on my forehead. As for me, I think I started feeling my spider senses tingling and was ready to use my Kung Fu moves on real bad guys, only I couldn't climb up walls or get the spider webs to shoot out of my wrists! Hey, a guy can dream can't he?
Oh, well; lesson learned. To avoid embarrassing myself and the kids in the future (with my air Kung Fu moves), I'll have to look for one of those fly-whisks that people in the Middle East use to swing and scatter the flies as they walk, so I can walk my dog in the mornings and evenings after dark. In the meantime, I think I'll walk him by the edge of the street to avoid the trees, where spiders spin their webs.
Fortunately for me, Winston's bowel movements have gotten acclimated to his new environment. He still wakes up early every morning and goes to my wife, like my kids do (I wonder why?), so that she wakes me up to walk him but, at least, it's just once!...