Wiggly waggly along we go...

I have mentioned I have the most amazing doggie in the world, the fabulous Diego, our boxer mix.  He's about 2.5 years old and the happiest guy you'll ever meet.  Seriously, this dog hasn't met anyone (human or dog alike) that he hasn't wanted to get a big ol' sniff of them!  And possibly a surprising lick or two.  Needless to say, he's adorable. 

Well, the ol' pooch hounder and I decided to go for a walk on Tuesday afternoon after work because daddy came home early and was NOT feeling well, i.e. a little grumpy and wanted to be left to his miserable cold and the t.v.   We took off on our usual jaunt around the neighborhood, him all wiggly-waggly and happy while I decided to call and chat with my momma.

 We had well rounded the first bend and Mom and I were deep in conversation about school and something funny that this cute little boy had quipped about when I hear someone screaming, "Watch out!  Help!" 

Immediately I perk up to look around and less than 100 yards between us were two well over 100 lb. Labrador retrievers barreling-teeth bared, barking furiously, growling and howling-directly at Diego and me!  Now, I can safely say that I did not stain my britches, but the thought crossed me mind I assure you.  But honestly, the only thought that went through my head was I was about to see my sweet, precious 40 LB!!!!! baby eaten alive by these two mongrols!!!!!  So, I did what any protective mother bear would do in this situation...I tried to pick my gosh darn dog up! 

Now, if you can picture this, please try.  I swear...it will brighten your day just a teence.  There I am holding Diego on his leash, utterly helpless but barking and growling back just as ferociously (yes, my baby does not run, he's a fighter like his momma-what up yo!), and the aforementioned devil dogs (not a compliment or reference to the Marines in this situation), and their owner running breathlessly and screaming over and over again, "Watch out!  HELP!  Watch out! HELP!"  Now, at this point, the dogs are upon us and I am stringing Diego up by his leash trying to get him away from these beasts and I have added to the drama but beginning to scream as well, "HELP! HELP!  Get your damn dogs!  HEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLP!" 

Now, I pray you have not forgotten my poor momma is still on the phone!  Can you even imagine what that poor woman thought she was hearing?  Probably thought her poor daughter and grand dog where getting gang banged by a group of St. Bernards!  JE-ZUZ! 

Well, by this time I've darned near had a heart attack and the owner is now upon us as well, and I also realize...WE'RE ALIVE!  My Diego is still alive!  They didn't really want to eat us after all!  The world rejoices (well, Diego and I do at least)! 

I seriously think the other owner was on the brink of a heart attack as well considering she was crying through an apology.  Despite my initial feelings of hatred and wanting to ream her a new one for being so irresponsible and only being like, 100 lbs and walking those two AT THE SAME TIME then losing control!!!!!!  But then...she was seriously sorry.  Like, seriously.  I mean, tears?  Take er' down a notch Beth Ann...

Despite the fact that we were both shaking profusely as we walked away, rest assured all was well with the world and in fact, Diego didn't even think anything had gone wrong.  Being the momma of a baby like this is gonna give me grey hairs before my time!