I can’t write today as I am suffering from PTSD.
You see, I tried to kill my dog yesterday. I didn’t mean to! It was one of those horrible accidents that you just never see coming.
CGMan and I took the dogs to the dog park as we are wont to do. Usually it’s just me and the girls, but he was home early enough to join us on our outing. When we’re driving, I always roll down the rear window on the passenger side so Zoe can hang her head out and give me weather reports and driving advice. Phoebe just stands between the seats and pants excitedly (beware any beverage in the cup holder, I’m just sayin)
Because CGMan was with us, the girls were exceptionally excited, so I rolled down the window behind me, the driver, so Zoe could bounce back and forth, pointing out to her dad the various chipmunks and squirrels that were running across the path, and please let me out so I can get one! Phoebe is still all the while just looking around and generally excited.
We pulled into our usual spot at the dog park when a bunch of kids rode by on their bicycles. Phoebe hasn’t met a kid she didn’t like and here was a whole pack of them! Unbeknownst to me, as I was turning into our parking spot, she stood up and put her head out the window behind me, to watch as all her new friends rode away.
I was chatting away to CGMan, gathering leashes and poop bags, when I rolled up the windows and took the key out of the ignition. It was at that moment we heard the most awful gagging/crying sound. I turned behind me and saw my baby with her head stuck in the window! I screamed, CGMan jumped out and ran to the other side as I searched frantically for the keys in my lap. I managed to get the key back in the ignition and roll the window down in time. My poor Phoebe! The dog who hardly ever puts her head out the window, managed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and got herself rolled up in it.
We managed to get her calmed down and have a drink of water. Then she leapt out of the car and chased Zoe into the woods. It didn’t take her long to shake it off and enjoy her walk through the woods at the dog park. I, however, was an emotional wreck, watching her every move to make sure she was okay. It didn’t affect her appetite, nor her
snoring sleeping patterns, so I guess she’s going to be fine.
You know, I made those kinds of rookie mistakes when my children were little. No, I didn’t roll anyone’s head up in the window, but there were things that happened to make me feel like the world’s worst mom. A child falling and bumping a lip, or the super fast baby in the walker coming at the open oven door, forgetting a tooth under a pillow. But I thought now that I’m going to be a Grandma, I was past all that. That I had moved into the “wizened” phase of my life. You know, the insightful old lady who would know better than to roll up the windows without checking for her dog’s head first.
Now that I think about it, my mom left baby Skater in Wal-Mart, in the shopping cart, at the checkout. Twice.
Maybe the wise old lady thing doesn’t run in our family.