Friday, June 24, 2011

Half a calamity is better than a whole one…

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.


  1. Awww, I'm glad Phoebe is ok! Poor Mom... That reminds me of the time I went to slam the hatch down on my Ford Explorer and didn't notice little Shannon standing there, and slammed it right on her head! She was ok after a few minutes, I was traumatized for weeks. Being a mom is tough at any age, and with any form of kids!

  2. How traumatizing for you all! I have quite a few stories I can remember that wouldn't exactly make me a stellar role model for young mothers. It happens. If it didn't we'd be Stepford Wives.

  3. I bet that scared you real good. I get through events famously cool, but after, when I realize what might have happened I start to shake a little.

  4. I'll bet that the wise woman knows that accidents happen, and that she shouldn't beat herself up.

    I'm glad Phoebe is OK. I'd probably be stressing out too, but try to remember that dogs live in the moment. I'll bet that as soon as the window was down, she forgot all about it.

  5. AWww Poor Phoebe. Glad she's ok now. I did something much worse. Our garage isn't attached, it's in the backyad so one time Lona got all excited and I let her out not checking to see if the reason Lona was getting all excited was because J was home so I let her out as he was backing his truck into the driveway. Thank God he was paying attenton and stopped. Oh my!

    I'm sure you will be a fantastic Grandma! The best part is if anyhting like that happens you don't actually have to tell your son. You can just bribe the kiddies with chocolate so they don't tell their parents on ya. :)

  6. Glad Phoebe is OK and I'm sure she has forgiven you by now. Thank goodness for safety features that stop the window from doing more damage.

  7. Oh, you poor thing! I've done so many ridiculous things to my kids, I'm sure we've all got stories. Luckily, dogs are so forgiving, and I bet she doesn't even remember it happened now. If only YOU could forget.

  8. Oh my gosh! I also would have been horrified that I did that. I'm glad the Phoebs is okay.

    And Zoe? Sounds like an excellent traveling companion. If I'm ever in the neighborhood I'll have her show me the sites.

  9. Thank GOD you have big dogs with strong necks! Can you imagine if you had a chihuahua?

  10. Aww! I hope Phoebe had some bacon for breakfast this morning! When Jack ate a geranium a few months ago I thought I was a murderer.

  11. Poor Pheebs! She'll probably leave the windows to Zoe for a while. I'm glad she's okay, I don't want anything thing to happen to one of Ella's "cousins"/ playmates!

  12. It sounds like you are taking it a lot harder than good old Phoebe. These things happen.
    It sounds like you've got some of your routines down to enjoy our new town.
    Me, I'm heading out of Texas for the rest of the summer.Anywhere that it's going to be less than 100 will do.


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