tucker and i took a trip to burke lake today. tucker caused a scene in my driveway after i opened the backseat to let him in. he jumped into the front seat, so i closed the backseat and went around to the drivers side door to find that he had locked himself in, with the keys on the passenger seat. if only he knew turning on the car was so easy as pressing the "on" button. i thanked god a little bit that he didn't know the inner workings of the prius, and didn't know this button existed. (god, i promise to be a devout catholic for now on.)
after getting the spare key and getting tucker locked into the back seatbelt, we were on our merry little way. it amazes me that even while tucker's harness is buckled in to the back, he manages to get all the way up to the front seat. after almost safely getting to burke lake, and taking some insulin while driving (me, not the dog), we made it to the parking lot.
i opened the back door and tucker jumped out, still buckled into the seatbelt. this created some problems as he got stuck midway and sort of hung out the door a little bit. i unbuckled him and he bolted, bringing me with him. i dragged him back to the car so we could close the door and lock the car, and re-adjusted his collar for maximum control. tucker yet again took off for the path, taking an old asian man down with him. (dear asian man: i am so sorry.)
we started down the path and tucker immediately saw his first target: a small white toy poodle. he crouched down, in his i'm-about-to-pounce-on-some-prey stance, and i positioned my legs in a fashion that a person holding the ropes for somebody rock climbing would use. the ugly little poodle passed, and i managed to restrain tucker back, so the poodle will live to see another day.
his next target was a tiny little yorkie. i hate yorkies, but i put my opinions aside and feel sympathetic for whatever tucker has his eye on, because only disaster is in it's forseeable future (except for the toy poodle, that thing was gross). the yorkie's owner was a middle aged woman who thought she was 22, in a juicy velour track suit (in a disgusting hue of pink), carrying her coach purse, and wearing flip flops. this woman was clearly not in it for the long haul around burke lake. tucker crouched, and this time i was so distracted by the yorkie's owner, that i lunged forward a good 4 feet when tucker leaped. he tackled the yorkie, and i grabbed his collar to pull him away (in the meantime dropping my iphone in a pile of leaves), and the woman grabbed her stupid little dog and gave me a death glare while simultaneously taking off for the parking lot. i don't really feel bad about this one.
the rest of the trip was mostly uneventful, with tucker pulling so much that we had to stop every few feet for him to calm down and fix his collar before starting back up again. we turned around about a 1/4 of the way around because i was sick of his bullshit.
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