Our normally very punctual Spanish teacher was MIA. I was on a mission of search and, if need be, rescue. I zoomed out of the church parking lot and drove down the road to his home. Thoughts of his recent mini-strokes raced through my mind. Was he ok? Was he in the hospital? To make matters more precarious, our Italian pastor was, at this moment, trying to teach the 5th-8th graders Spanish. Our teacher had to be found before permanent linguistic damage was done!
(Seriously - I am grateful for a pastor - or any person -who is not afraid to jump in and do his best in any situation!)
I pulled my large van into Senor S'. driveway. In spite of my concerns, I laughed at the sign on the garage in front of me: "Beware of Dog." I had seen his "dog." It was a 3 lb. Chihuahua. Beware indeed. HA!
Chuckling to myself, I got out of the van. All laughter subsided when I heard a
Now, anyone who has ever been unfortunate enough to watch Jurassic Park knows that the little guys are the most vicious. What they lack in size they make up for in speed and bite. So it seemed with "Tiny". I was terrified he would jump up and sink his razor-like teeth into my ankles. Not the way I wanted to continue this already interesting morning.
Finally, "Tiny" gave up his hostage and wandered towards the road. Yes, the road. Now, instead of me fearing for my life, I was now
Ok, so I wasn't really convincing. He just looked at me. What was I going to do if he came over? Pick him up and put him in my van so he could chew my hands off the steering wheel as I tried to drive home? Cars are actually having to slow down and swerve a bit in order to preserve the life of this...this...dog.
After a few minutes of having complete control over my nerves and the last 20 drivers on the road, "Tiny" decided he'd had enough fun and went to find amusement elsewhere. Namely, the ditch on the side of the road. I had come to the conclusion that there was something seriously wrong with this dog's mental capacities, but now I know better. He is just a typical, control-driven Chihuahua.
Or, as my friend so fondly refers to them...a drop-kick dog. If only I had...
After snooping around and finding absolutely nothing and successfully pulled out of the driveway without running over "Tiny", I drove back to the church where our homeschool co-op was being held. Turns out, the Senor S., had arrived shortly after I pulled out of the driveway. All's well that ends well, right?
Moral of the story: never laugh at "Beware of Dog" signs.
Welcome to...my life.