Rachel’s Big Fat Party
Today is already in full swing with party prep – last night when I was hauling yet another box in, I thought about my mantra to ask for help and yet it was too late to call anyone. This morning same thing. I need to work on these skills.
I was walking Arlene and Loca around the bayou and when we got to Bell Street I saw a young girl with a big boxer who was acting up. She was yelling at the dog and seemed not to be able to control it. As we approached the dog snapped out of its collar and came charging at me and my dogs and I instantly started yelling at it. I heard the name – Buster – and tried to take the dominant alpha lead. I finally got the dog by the collar but it was bucking and my dogs were going nuts and the girl was saying in a very very young girlish voice, “Can you help me?”
A man drove by in a truck and said do you need help? And I said yes, get out of the car and come help me right now. He pulled over and I said, just stand there and make sure you have my back. Then holding Buster by the collar, I attached Loca’s leash to the wrought iron fence. And the guy went to go for it, and I said, she’s fine. Just stay right there. Because now I was worried he might snatch my dog after the story I just heard. Then I placed Arlene’s leash on the wrought iron fence. I told the girl to get the collar and put it on the dog while I held him. She couldn’t do it. Again she said, “Can you help me?”
I wrestled Buster, got the choke collar on him but it was too tight for some reason and then the girl saw a piece of the collar on the sidewalk. So I fashioned another way to do the collar and I told her to take him home right that minute. She needed to calm down and so did the dog.
The guy was just standing there with a cig in his mouth. I thanked him for being there.
Sometimes you really need help (the girl), and sometimes you just need someone to have your back (me).
Now onto the party.