Pants Piddling Event - aka Monday at it's finest!
I just had to share this. It is probably the most hardcore Monday fail-wins since well...I don't even KNOW when.
For the first time in a long time I have a Monday off from work. Cue to me last night going: SWEET. I AM GOING TO SLEEP IN TILL THE AFTERNOON!!!!!!! (The best way to deal with a Monday in my book. And also, since I only get one or two days off a week, I try my best to get the relaxation in where I can... Only this time, because fate apparently HATES me I was up and wide awake at 8am. *cue to temper tantrum* I mean seriously..in what world is THAT fair? YES I AM STILL POUTING ABOUT THIS.
However, after I had some of Mother Natures jumper cable juice, (aka COFFEE!!!!!!!!) life was looking up. I puttered around my flat for a bit, worked on ongoing my V for Vendetta fic, (*pets Finch and Dominic because they are ADOREABLE!*) and did other related catch up work. It was only somewhere around 11:30am that I realized I was completely and utterly BORED. Now let me explain, I am RARELY bored. I am always working, doing something, going somewhere, working on fic, or whatnot that bordem rarely strikes. I blame Mondays. Why? BECAUSE I CAN.
So cue to me throwing my running gear on, grabbing my avators, clicking on my ipod in and heading out for a run. I was hoping a quick jog would work out some of my cabin fever and re-juice my muse. I live right beside a river with a bunch of well used nature trails so I decided to put my running shoes to dirt rather then scale the urban jungle of the neighbourhood. It was a great day for a run, chilly with the sun shining and hardly anyone on the trail! Woo!
ALL THAT WAS MISSING WAS THE THEME MUSIC FROM JAWS.
I had slowed slightly to cross a wooden bridge, slowly circling around on the trail back in the direction of home when despite the lou bass thud of the song I was listening to, I heard the most HORRENDOUS, heart stopping scream in the history of pants piddling enducing screams.
Surprised, I slid to a aburpt stop and yanked out my ear buds just in time to hear the tail end of the scream...YUP. Still as scary as it had been with the earbuds in.
THEN...THEN I TURN AROUND.
I had about 10 seconds in which to proceed to both piddle myself a little bit and think, 'well this certainly can't be good.'
This is were the 'Mondays suck' part of the day comes in. Because I kid you not, there was a MASSIVE, and when I say MASSIVE, I mean MASSIVE, and very mean looking dog racing towards me. His frantic owner yelling and screaming in the distance. OH. CRAP.
Play me off Johnny. FOR SERIOUS.
Now, titch of backstory. I ADORE dogs and hold basically every breed in high regard. But I challenge ANY of you not to die a little inside when you see a 200 pound Doberman/Great Dane cross barking like mad, growling, and racing towards you like a hound out of hell.
*meep*
I was only just thinking, 'find a stick, find a stick!' when the brute hit me at a DEAD run and we both went arse over tit into the bushes on the side of the trail, the dog all over me, landing in a HEAP on the ground in a rocky little gully the ringed the side of the trail
At this point I was flailing alot, yelling and trying to get my hands out from underneath a virtual TON of dog flesh in order to cover my face and neck when I realized something both very surprising and utterly unexpected. Because YEAH. He wasn't going for my thoart. He was LICKING ME.
Thats right, I had a 200 plus pounda of wriggly, happy, insanely affectionate dog on my lap. (And when I say lap, my mean all over my prone body) The thing was making whiny HAPPY noises of all things. About five minutes later his screaming, hysterical owner slid down the gully and to our side, and looked very much confused to find us in a heap on the forrest floor, me laughing my head off, and the dog wriggling around, nuzzling my neck and prancing around me like a total fluff!
Oh yeah, and his name is Brutus.
I KNOW RIGHT.
His owner was a lovely man of about thirty who was practically BESIDE himself. I don't think I have EVER been more well intentionally man handled in one day then I was today in between said dog and owner. Apperently Brutus is a problem dog he rescued and had been trying to rehabililate. They were out for a run as well when the man tripped over a tree root and Brutus's leash slipped out of his hand. Apperently just as he was trying to grab it, Brutus caught sight of me through the trees a few trails up and took off. YEAH. Apperently this dog IS vicious. The dog bites anything and everyone who is NOT his owner and has attacked a few people before the man adopted him.
Until I came along. Wooo! Insane doggy likes me! I was flattered. REALLY. Brutus's owner was so considerate, kind, and apologetic. He really was beside himself, I swore he was going to give himself heart failure. HEE! It was really cute, he was so baffled. He was sure I was so fraked when Brutus took off after me. (Personally so was I. HA!)
We all had a good laugh at the end of it. No harm, no foul. I am titch sore, but more amused then anything. And we spent about an hour sitting down in the gully playing with Brutus who refused to leave me alone, (aww!) talking about recuse dogs and the like. It was quite alluminating.
SO. HOW WAS YOUR MONDAY?
For the first time in a long time I have a Monday off from work. Cue to me last night going: SWEET. I AM GOING TO SLEEP IN TILL THE AFTERNOON!!!!!!! (The best way to deal with a Monday in my book. And also, since I only get one or two days off a week, I try my best to get the relaxation in where I can... Only this time, because fate apparently HATES me I was up and wide awake at 8am. *cue to temper tantrum* I mean seriously..in what world is THAT fair? YES I AM STILL POUTING ABOUT THIS.
However, after I had some of Mother Natures jumper cable juice, (aka COFFEE!!!!!!!!) life was looking up. I puttered around my flat for a bit, worked on ongoing my V for Vendetta fic, (*pets Finch and Dominic because they are ADOREABLE!*) and did other related catch up work. It was only somewhere around 11:30am that I realized I was completely and utterly BORED. Now let me explain, I am RARELY bored. I am always working, doing something, going somewhere, working on fic, or whatnot that bordem rarely strikes. I blame Mondays. Why? BECAUSE I CAN.
So cue to me throwing my running gear on, grabbing my avators, clicking on my ipod in and heading out for a run. I was hoping a quick jog would work out some of my cabin fever and re-juice my muse. I live right beside a river with a bunch of well used nature trails so I decided to put my running shoes to dirt rather then scale the urban jungle of the neighbourhood. It was a great day for a run, chilly with the sun shining and hardly anyone on the trail! Woo!
ALL THAT WAS MISSING WAS THE THEME MUSIC FROM JAWS.
I had slowed slightly to cross a wooden bridge, slowly circling around on the trail back in the direction of home when despite the lou bass thud of the song I was listening to, I heard the most HORRENDOUS, heart stopping scream in the history of pants piddling enducing screams.
Surprised, I slid to a aburpt stop and yanked out my ear buds just in time to hear the tail end of the scream...YUP. Still as scary as it had been with the earbuds in.
THEN...THEN I TURN AROUND.
I had about 10 seconds in which to proceed to both piddle myself a little bit and think, 'well this certainly can't be good.'
This is were the 'Mondays suck' part of the day comes in. Because I kid you not, there was a MASSIVE, and when I say MASSIVE, I mean MASSIVE, and very mean looking dog racing towards me. His frantic owner yelling and screaming in the distance. OH. CRAP.
Play me off Johnny. FOR SERIOUS.
Now, titch of backstory. I ADORE dogs and hold basically every breed in high regard. But I challenge ANY of you not to die a little inside when you see a 200 pound Doberman/Great Dane cross barking like mad, growling, and racing towards you like a hound out of hell.
*meep*
I was only just thinking, 'find a stick, find a stick!' when the brute hit me at a DEAD run and we both went arse over tit into the bushes on the side of the trail, the dog all over me, landing in a HEAP on the ground in a rocky little gully the ringed the side of the trail
At this point I was flailing alot, yelling and trying to get my hands out from underneath a virtual TON of dog flesh in order to cover my face and neck when I realized something both very surprising and utterly unexpected. Because YEAH. He wasn't going for my thoart. He was LICKING ME.
Thats right, I had a 200 plus pounda of wriggly, happy, insanely affectionate dog on my lap. (And when I say lap, my mean all over my prone body) The thing was making whiny HAPPY noises of all things. About five minutes later his screaming, hysterical owner slid down the gully and to our side, and looked very much confused to find us in a heap on the forrest floor, me laughing my head off, and the dog wriggling around, nuzzling my neck and prancing around me like a total fluff!
Oh yeah, and his name is Brutus.
I KNOW RIGHT.
His owner was a lovely man of about thirty who was practically BESIDE himself. I don't think I have EVER been more well intentionally man handled in one day then I was today in between said dog and owner. Apperently Brutus is a problem dog he rescued and had been trying to rehabililate. They were out for a run as well when the man tripped over a tree root and Brutus's leash slipped out of his hand. Apperently just as he was trying to grab it, Brutus caught sight of me through the trees a few trails up and took off. YEAH. Apperently this dog IS vicious. The dog bites anything and everyone who is NOT his owner and has attacked a few people before the man adopted him.
Until I came along. Wooo! Insane doggy likes me! I was flattered. REALLY. Brutus's owner was so considerate, kind, and apologetic. He really was beside himself, I swore he was going to give himself heart failure. HEE! It was really cute, he was so baffled. He was sure I was so fraked when Brutus took off after me. (Personally so was I. HA!)
We all had a good laugh at the end of it. No harm, no foul. I am titch sore, but more amused then anything. And we spent about an hour sitting down in the gully playing with Brutus who refused to leave me alone, (aww!) talking about recuse dogs and the like. It was quite alluminating.
SO. HOW WAS YOUR MONDAY?