Captain’s Log Day 2 – Dog Wrestling

The morning came way to early and we both, the captain and I, struggled to get upright and get moving. She had an early meeting and so I would stay at the house until the kid had successfully boarded the bus. That kid has some kind of GPS tracker on the bus. About 98 percent of the time, she manages to walk down the driveway at the exact moment that the bus pulls up to a squeaky stop. It’s uncanny really. It does however, arrive after the captain and I would typically be gone. So we rotate. On the 2% possibility that the kid is off her game and misses it. This morning, this task also included taking the dogs out to do their business and feeding them breakfast. No worries. I got a shower, got dressed for work and headed downstairs. Our youngest pup is almost 3 and is the size of a John Deer riding mower. He’s silly, full of energy and about 90lbs of good times. I opened the door and he flew out into the hallway to greet our old dog and me with his happiness. Our house has a laundry room. I use it as a staging area to get their leashes on and ready them to go out. It’s not a large space. With both the washer and dryer, cabinets and shelving, there is just enough room to go from interior door to exterior door and that’s about it. I realized that somehow, the pup had gotten his harness in a twist. I bent down to fix it. That was mistake one. He thought that meant it was play time. For the next 15 minutes, he and I twisted and turned in a cage-style match that would rival anything seen today on the WWE. The old dog was an unfortunate bystander. Like the old man at the rock concert trapped in a mosh pit. Finally victorious, I attached his leash and out we went. As I waited for the events for which we came to take place, I realized mistake number two. My dark grey sweater and my black pants. The white dog hair covered me like a blanket. It was everywhere. He may as well exploded in the room. I brought them back in and as they ate their chicken and rice, I rolled…and rolled….and rolled….Next time, I’m going to walk to the bus with the kid, covered in dog hair and maybe barking. I never want to miss an opportunity to embarrass the teenager.

Thank you universe for monday mornings, white doggies and lint rollers.