Little story: A few days before my mom came out here she and their little dog, Dusty, were "attacked" by a huge dog. He didn't bite them or anything but it scared her. So, we went running while she was here. We were running down a country road when we heard a guy start yelling. We turn around and he is yelling at his dog to stop because it is chasing us. It's a little dog. An annoying yapper but we don't really look at it we just starting hauling down the street. We are sprinting. There is a 4-way stop so we bolt across the intersection, jump a little swamp area and my mom runs behind a realtor sign for protection while I start to climb a flimsy vinyl fence. It's then that we turn and actually see the dog. It's about the size of a rat and it's a baby puppy. So little that it practically gets stuck in the swamp. My mom picks it up and takes it back to it's owner. I totally wonder what the cars at the intersection were thinking as they saw two grown woman sprinting from a sweet little innocent puppy that was no bigger than a soccer ball. It was awesome. After this scary incident, we had to stop running because we were laughing so hard we couldn't breathe. It was awesome.
I also need to put in a little plug for my dad. Thanks dad for watching Creed and holding down the fort so that mom and Hayes could come. I'm sure it was your hard earned money that helped fly her out here so muchas gracias padre. Love you too.
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