Lassie, Wait No, Benji, Come Home!

Apr 27, 2010

So I just wasted an hour of my life hunting down my damn dog. Actually wait scratch that– I spent about 20 minutes of my life hunting down my dog and then 40 minutes trying to flag down Robby who was on his ATV trying to find the dog.

So here’s what happened. We took the dogs on a walk and were going to run them in the field. Robby let Benji go because he was being calm submissive and Diesel was still riled up from the dog we encountered on our way to the field. While I was attempting to calm her, Benji apparently took off after something and rather than take off after home, Robby decide it was best to tell me he just took off. Yeah, I know I don’t understand it either but whatever. So I told him to go after him, he does and then yells he’s gone, I need your help (by the way I was still dealing with Diesel).

So I cut across into the field to help him and can’t find him. Robby then decides at that point he needs to bring out the ATV because it’ll be easier to search for him. In my haste and worry I forgot to tell him to take Diesel with him, so as a result she stayed with me. After a few minutes of calling for Benji and Diesel being absolutely obnoxious, I decided to take her home. On my way home, Benji comes running up behind us, meanwhile I notice Robby round the corner in his ATV and follow after to try and flag him down to tell him I have the dogs. He doesn’t see me so I turn the block and walk the puppies up trying to look for him. Nothing. At that point I say screw it and say we’ll go home and he can just come back for us.

Yeah, that didn’t work out. As I was turning the last corner to go home, I see Robby’s lights behind us at the end of the block, so I turn the dogs around to go flag him down. He is driving up the street so I stop, thinking that he sees me because he passes right on by and head’s home. So I turn back around and start the walk home. Just as I’m rounding the corner he’s pulling out of the driveway in the car and I yell out “Baby!” absolutely frustrated because I assume he can’t hear me. He stops and backs up and I ask what the fuck he’s doing and he says, “Well looking for Benji.” I laugh and say, “You passed right by us on the ATV. I thought you’d seen us since you went home.” He says, “Nope, I didn’t see anything.”

So yes, I wasted an hour of my life, okay maybe not an hour, 40 minutes of my life looking for my husband, even though the search started out with me looking for my dog. Now how in the fuck did that happen? *facepalm*