so Mommy came home from church and I was doing the potty dance at the back door. she opened the kitchen door that goes to the back porch and the outside outside door blew open and I ran like the wind.
Ran. Like. The. Wind.
Bolted.
Went straight under the fence and while mommy was calling me in her sicky-sweet worried to death "ima choke you out when I catch you" voice, I just kept running.
There was SOOOO much to sniff that if Mommy had not had to get her fat fanny over two fences I think she would have caught me! I followed my snoot to the place where the cows all gather. It was the most delightfully stinky thing ever. I savored the stinkiness!
I did NOT roll in the stinkiness, but you know they have been advertising the Olympics on TV and I thought as any good German dog would that I might ought to try my paw at ICE SKATING to see if I can help represent my country in Sochi.
SO I WENT OUT ON THE ICE OF THE POND, and Mommy threw a high speed come-apart hissy fit. I think she was scared. It was almost 40 degrees and I weigh 10 pounds. There is no way that ice should have held.
SO i turned around and got back on the nice soft squishy stinky mud on the bank of the cow pond and mommy snatched me up, muddy and poopy and all, and held me close.
She held me close while she walked back toward my house. She held me close when she climbed over the first fence. She held me close while she climbed over the second fence. She held me close when she came in the house and put me straight into the big sink in the mud room and proceeded to bathe me with... vigor.
She held me close as she bathed, rinsed, and repeated three times to get the cow shit smell off. Then she towel dried me and sent me to Mah Daddeh.
THEN she took off her nice pretty church boots and went into the bedroom where Daddy was. There seems to be a problem with her church clothes, like as in she does not like climbing fences and chasing me to the cow poop pond and then having to hold my poopy self close all the way back and then give me a baff while I am all poopy.
But mostly she is glad that I didn't fall through the ice, and that cow poop was the worst of our problems today.
She is also VERY upset that I did not heed any of her commands to stop and/or come here, whether voiced nicely, firmly, harshly, and loudly or not.
Mom here. This dog is going to be the death of me.