Don't worry - Stout is fine, just the story of what happened.
Yesterday was exciting. It was a typical day, work and CrossFit, and it was very pretty outside after work, so I took Brooke and Stout on a walk while Robert ran a few miles and could meet up with us afterward.
There's a big field in front of Dominion where we let Stout off leash and run around like the crazy dog he is, chasing birds and squirrels and whatever else he happens upon. He is typically very good about listening to us and stopping before we have to cross the street so we can put his leash on him.
Well, he spotted a guy on a bike and took off after him. Crossed 4 lanes of traffic on Dominion Boulevard - safely. The guy on the bike stopped and tried to get a hand on his collar until we could come for him (Robert was already chasing after him) but Stout refused to get close enough to the guy. I guess he saw Robert coming for him and either got scared, thinking he was in trouble, or thought it was a game, so he took off again to cross Dominion to go back to the side he came from.
This time he wasn't so lucky. A red Honda came and slammed on his brakes and swerved into on-coming traffic, but still got Stout. Robert saw it go down (and the guy had almost come to a complete stop). Robert said it struck him broad side and he went down and slid a tiny bit, but hopped right up and TOOK OFF. He ran home. I know he was terrified. Robert chased after him while I took Brooke and ran up to the biker and the car. The guy driving the car left before I could make sure his car was okay, but the bike assured me there wasn't any damage and the driver was fine. He said he felt terrible that he wasn't able to grab Stout's collar but I promised him it was okay and the way he took off running afterwards that I was sure he was fine. I apologized for the crazy inconvenience, he told me it was fine and he hoped Stout was okay, and I went home to meet up with Robert and the dog.
Stout was fine, a few scrapes and a bit of road rash (I guess?) that we bandaged up, but otherwise he's acting like his normal self.He stunk to high heaven though...I guess something about getting that scared and excreted some kind of endorphin or adrenalin smell...so gross. At home, he didn't wince or flinch when we checked him over and there doesn't seem to be any major damage, which is great...We're keeping an eye on him for the next few days just to make sure he keeps eating and drinking and acting normal (he was last night...still chasing the cats!) But that was definitely a scare I'm not interested in re-living, ever. He'll have a leash on from now on and I'm thinking about signing him up for classes to get him better at listening to us call him and telling him to come (although I'm not sure that would have mattered last night, he had his heart set on that biker).
Anyway, here he was last night - don't worry, he always looks this pitiful :) minus the bandages of course!
Oh and because posts always need a Brooke picture, here is how she fell asleep in her crib last night :)
March 28, 2014
March 25, 2014
We’re at this place again. Post, post, post, post, post, break. Post, post, post, break. Yeah. It’s a cycle. I’m okay with it. I’ve been in that spot again where I have a lot to say but can’t find the right way to say it, so I don’t say anything at all. So anyway, here we are again.
There hasn’t been a whole lot to report though, so that’s good. We’ve all had some sort of cold/sinus/illness thing the past week, and Brooke hasn’t wanted to sleep very well, which has been hard on everyone, but I’m thinking/hoping/praying that we’ve rounded the curve and that things are getting back to normal.
We had the wonderful Christina take some pictures of Brooke this past weekend. She does such a great job! Here are some of the wonderful shots that she got:
She got so many awesome ones!
There are some with me and Robert in them, and I couldn’t help but feel disappointed in how I looked in them. (nothing Christina did at all, she’s a wonderful photographer…this was all me). I guess when I look in the mirror, I focus on the things I like? I’m phrasing that as a question because I can’t figure out what happened. Like, maybe I just tend to ignore the things I don’t like by not looking at them, but then when a full-body picture is put in front of me, I am drawn to look at the things I don’t like…I can’t figure it out, but regardless, I am not a fan of the pictures that I am in. My co-workers suggested that the color and style of the shirt that I wore wasn’t great for me (which I agree with…I just threw something on), but it’s more than that. Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally happy that I’m at where I am at now, and that my hard work IS showing (measurements are down, scale is down, clothes are big). My disappointment is that it doesn’t seem to SHOW. At least not in the pictures. I thought there would be a clear difference between now and 3 or 6 months ago, and in the pictures, I don’t see it.
these are the two best with me in them
So I will keep on trucking. I’m thisclose to being 40lbs down since September (about 55 total since I had B). I want to keep going down. I guess the pictures are a
swift kick in the butt to keep it up.
And this isn’t me begging for compliments or a bunch of “but you’re doing so great” remarks – (and if you were thinking that, thank you!) – this is just me ranting that I am still not where I want to be, but I know I’ll get there. All in good time. Long, long, time :)
I hope everyone’s having a great week so far!