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I had high hopes this morning when I woke up and the sun was shining that today was going to be a good day. I showered like normal, ate my oatmeal, and then the dogs and I drove up to the park for our morning walk. It all seemed so perfect until I realized that all of God’s creatures were up and moving about, too. We must have missed our invitation to the groundhog convention, because we saw many of them running to get to the party and mostly using the path directly in front of us.
Nothing ruins our walks like groundhogs, because our walk quickly goes from relaxing to a code red alert status where I am no longer enjoying our walk, but using all my senses to hone in on where those dastardly terrorists groundhogs are in relationship to my dogs.
Today, I let my guard down because as we were walking back to our car, I saw a woman with a dog sitting at a picnic table just a few feet from my car.
Nothing bugs me more than being the only car in the parking lot and having someone pull up and park right next to me, when there are thousands of other open spaces all around us.
I feel the same way when someone leans into talk to me and encroaches on my personal space. Frankly, I don’t need to examine your tonsils to have a conversation with you.
So, anyway, there sat that woman with her dog in an area that was clearly defined as off limits by the proximity of my car. Well, as I was checking off the reasons in my head why the world would be a better place if I were in charge of all the rules, the dogs surged forward; I tripped over a groundhog hole and fell flat on my face.
(JD, I think we have a case against that Groundhog!)
Luckily, I was carrying a large poop bag filled with Vern’s morning deposit and landed on it to help cushion my fall. Thank you, Vern, for always being there for me. Of course, I did what every sane person does when they fall and immediately got up and looked around to see who witnessed my fall and if anyone was close enough to overhear the “endearments” I called my dogs as I was pitching forward. Thankfully, I didn’t see too many people and the woman with the dog got up and moved and we got safely in our car to go home. I did notice that Fudge seems particularly interested in the smells on my right arm, which leads me to believe the poop bag wasn’t the only thing I fell on. Right about now, I am wishing I got a couple of these:
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Remember, my DH is coming! He ruins everything...LOL!!
He can be your bodyguard.
Does the "D" in DH stand for "dastardly"?
Sometimes, Marnie :) Other times it stands for something else...LOL!!
.....Darling, right?
Sure...LOL!!
LOL...do not start trouble :)
not trouble...more of an experiment really. Just think. I can have everyone place bets on how long it will take you to flip out from lack of personal space. I will buy the winner of the contest a drink but the bet money will all get donated to DRC :) see, everyone wins.
Are your forgetting Laurie? LOL
It seems like she is not taking my feelings into consideration! LOL
Amy, Oh, now that I see it is just an innocent game for a good cause, I have only one thing to say, "stay the heck out of my space!!" LOL
The parking space and the bathroom stall - I hate when they get all up in my space. Am I the only person that respects the one stall buffer rule?
Hope your hand doesn't hurt too badly and if I were you, I'd wash that shirt real good, just in case.
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