At about 10:45 this morning I was racing around trying to get Baby Girl ready to go to pick up Quinton at School. I have to pick him up by 11:00 so I was rushing around trying to get out the door. I spent about five minutes franticly searching for my keys and was flustered because I usually leave to get Quin early. At 10:50 I had all my stuff and raced down the basement steps arms full of school bags, diaper bag, and baby girl. When I got into the garage I noticed right away that I had left one of the car doors open over night. I was ticked because I figured that the battery would be dead and it would make me late for Quin. I also notice that the walk-in garage door had blow open during the night which also ticked me off because i had spent quite a bit of time forcing it closed yesterday. Nothing on earth could prepare me for what happened next. Just take a second to guess...... (Don't look at the bear picture below it will only confuse you)
I stuck my baby into her car seat. Her tush had barely a second to settle in her seat when I heard a low growl. I grabbed Lily and pulled her out of the car. I didn’t see much more than a black nose and teeth but in my hysteria all I could think is that there was a bear in my car and it was going to eat my baby.
I stuck my baby into her car seat. Her tush had barely a second to settle in her seat when I heard a low growl. I grabbed Lily and pulled her out of the car. I didn’t see much more than a black nose and teeth but in my hysteria all I could think is that there was a bear in my car and it was going to eat my baby.
I ran cussing out of the garage, up the front steps, and into the house. Those of you that know me know that I don’t cuss very often, but I can say that I said about year’s worth of 4 letter words as I ran for my life.
My first instinct was to call 911, but after a few deep breaths I did the next logical thing and called my dad. I was a tad bit embarrassed because I tend to call him a lot when I am in trouble. A lot of times it’s because I have done something stupid (like stick a box cutter into my leg) I told Dad there was a mean Dog in my car guessing that was the most logical animal. ( wouldn’t want him to think I was crazy and stupid although he may drive faster if I told him it was a bear ) I also called the school so they could put Quin on the bus.
After I called Dad I started to wonder if I didn’t imagine this Bear in my car. I thought to myself how mad Dad would be if he sped over to my house only to find the supposed bear gone. I decided to go down to check again just to make sure. I opened the garage door and was met yet again with the terrifying low growl.
Not a bear,
Wolf is more likely
Or a mountain Lion
Possibly a Rabid beaver.
Ok ok it was a Dog. We all knew this from the beginning right. I have not lost my mind, and we all know that rabid beavers prefer Japanese vehicles. Just give me a break this time. That crazy Dog scared the stink out of me, and I was quite shocked. I should be allowed to take a few liberties with my story.
Anyway, Dad came over and scared it out of the car. The Black Lab, Great Dane, Horse mix was as scared as I was and was trying to protect its new home. Dad stayed to help fend him off so I could get the kids in the car. He wanted back in the car really bad. I took off for work, Dad stuck around and made friends with the beast.
The Black Labra-dane Horse-treiver tore up a few diapers and caused general chaos in my car. Pee, slobber, hair, dirt. Blah ! not fun to clean up, but we are all safe and it didn’t eat me, my dad, or my baby.
Dad took the dog home with him (crazy if you ask me) , I named it Marq after my car (Grand Marque) and, Mom and Dad’s Chihuahua has asserted himself as alpha male with ease. (Good old Elderly 5 pound Smokie. He has never met a Dog he couldn't scare the crap out of)
That was my day. Somebody pinch me.
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