This afternoon I was sitting on the back porch enjoying the warm sun rays when a huge blur of Chocolate Children flew by the house out into the pasture. I then saw Sean's truck drive by and realized they were chasing him, but he was on the road and they were running parallel to him in the pasture. I thought that was so sweet and figured they would turn around and come back home when they hit the fence that separates the horse pasture from the cow pasture. I was wrong. They kept going and never looked back. I hollared and Banjo thought about stopping but Birdie just kept on trucking and Banjo wasn't going to let her go without him.
They disappeared over the hill and about 5 minutes later after yelling for them to "come," I decided I was going to have to drive a mile or so down the road and pick them u,p wherever they may be. I still thought they would be in the pasture, they do this type of thing a lot. They like to explore as all dogs do.
I drove all the way down the highway until I hit the interstate, where our property line ends. This was way farther than the dogs had ever gone, but I was looking out into the pasture the whole time and never saw them so I just assumed they had gone to the river and taken the long way back home, hidden by the trees where I couldn't see them.
I decided to turn onto the service road and go down to the next exit to get me a coke at the convenience store instead of heading straight and going under the interstate to turn around. As I turned onto the service road and began to pick up speed something across the interstate caught my eye. As my vision focused I realized I was staring at my babies!! Across the interstate, on the shoulder of the road headed south were Birdie and Banjo. They were totally oblivious to the roaring traffic headed north just feet away. If I would've gone straight underneath the interstate I would've been very close to them and been able to have them within seconds, but because I'd turned onto the one-way service Road to get a coke I was going to have to go down two miles to the next overpass and come back another two miles until I was near them.
I totally freaked out. I didn't know what to do. I knew if I hollared for them they would try to get across all four lanes of flying traffic and that was totally not happening. I didn't realize my Tahoe could break 100 but I found out pretty quick that it would top out at 115 pretty quickly. If I'd not been panicked I would've realize how dangerously I was driving but I didn't care about anything but my puppies. In my manic state I called my Brother in law and demanded him to drive under the overpass and see if he could pick up the dogs before I made it there.
My worse fear was that I would drive up and see one of them laying on the side of the road. I couldn't think about anything but getting to them before they got hit. As I was almost to where I had seen them when my brother in law called and said that he had them. I thanked him a million times and then I broke out into a sobbing fit of relief and realized in that moment that I am totally in love with my dogs and will really be upset when they die, because we all die and I know one day they will too.
When I got to the house Sean was back home and the dogs got quite a chewing out and spanking. I wasn't allowed to love on them until their punishment was over. (Sean said) After an hour or so I let them in the house and loved on them until they couldn't handle it anymore!
So that was my dramatic Saturday and everyone is now safe at home and hopefully that will NEVER happen again.
The End.
