One Crazy Morning

So today was very interesting! (I'm talking as if the day has already ended, but it's only 11:38 AM as I am typing this :P)

This morning I was driving in to town to pick up some dog food and a cup of coffee at a local coffee house in Henderson. I decided to take Zoe with me because she LOVES to go riding in the car and the place where I buy dog food allows pets so I thought I'd take her inside. ^_^

Well, on the way to town on this two lane road, I saw this huge utility vehicle swerve into my lane (heading towards me) and then serve back. I slowed down to give him time to get pulled back over, and then I saw a small english bulldog standing in the road! Then a white truck came speeding by and nearly clipped it on its jaw. I quickly pulled up to the little dog and opened my door, "GET IN!" XD Without hesitation, the bulldog walked right up to the car and began to crawl in the floorboard right in front of the gas pedals. Seeing this strange dog crawl into our car, Zoe rears her head around my seat and starts growling. "NOW'S NOT THE TIME ZOE!!" I said, pushing her back into the back seat. Meanwhile, I am still parked in the middle of my lane with no flashers on and a pick-up truck waiting behind me patiently. o_o

So we take off awkwardly with me attempting to drive with this bulldog sitting in my floorboard. I knew I would have to go back home since I had Zoe with me so I turned around and headed back for the house. Then just as I glanced to my left I see a man waving at me standing in a driveway. I then again, manage to turn around and pull up to this guy's driveway thinking I must have picked up his dog.

I rolled down my window and the guy calls out, "IS THIS YOUR DOG!?" pointing to yet another english bulldog that was standing beside him. "Um, no... I was thinking THIS was YOUR dog." I said, speaking of the bulldog I had just picked up. Turns out, the two bulldogs had been traveling together and we didn't know who they belonged to. Then suddenly a guy walked up and said they belonged to him! So with relief, I pulled up into their driveway and opened my door to let the bulldog out - but he wouldn't budge!

The one guy walked up trying to coax the bulldog but he was just as pleased to stay right in my floorboard. Then the owner came out and literally had to drag the bulldog out of my car. And apparently, sometime during the process the bulldog pooped himself and it smeared on my leg!! :O

So the guys thanked me and I left. o_O Like I said, one crazy morning. I headed in to the coffee shop as previously planned with poo on my leg, and used their bathroom to clean it off. When I got to ordering my drink, the man there asked me what I had been up to this morning. I told him the whole story, including the part of the cleaning off the poo using their bathroom. Maybe he won't be so inclined to ask his customers such personal questions in the future. XD