How I Embarrass Myself Part 3

If you're my Facebook friend, you'll know that we have a cleaning customer who has about a quarter mile long drive way that's all uphill. Two weeks ago the snow on his driveway was mostly gone so we made it up the hill and parked. He asked us to back up a little so he could get out and our car (and my husband) ended up sliding most of the way down his driveway and smashed into a tree. Luckily no one was hurt, including our car where my husband was able to bang out the dent. The house owner (who I call Indiana Jones because he looks just like him) hooked a chain under our car and pulled us out.

Needless to say, we now park at the bottom of his driveway and walk up. And I seriously need more exercise. I'm huffing and puffing when I get up there.

Anyway, yesterday when we were leaving the house and getting read for our hike back to the car, we heard a dog bark from next door (they share a driveway). The dog looked like a rottweiler and came running at us. I completely froze, afraid it would bite us.

Mike said not to worry because its tail was wagging. I wasn't so convinced. Maybe he was happy he'd found two large chunks of meat a long ways from their car.

Mike told me to keep walking and went back to listening to his headphones, but I was positive the dog was about to pounce on me any second.

I took a few steps and, without moving my head, glanced back to see if he was following me us...I was concerned for both of us, not just me...right. When I looked back, I saw a bunch of fur and just knew he was in a mid-air leap for my head. I screamed and ran.

Mike looked at me like I was nuts. "The dog! It's chasing me!" I yelled.

Mike looked back. "No it's not. It's sniffing the fence."

When I glanced back again, I realized two things: one, he was right, the dog was way back near the house sniffing the fence; and two, what I had seen chasing me was the fur from the hood on my coat. Luckily Mike didn't (and doesn't) know this.

"Well, he was very close and I saved us with my scream. I scared him," I told Mike.

"Whatever."
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How I Embarrass Myself Part 3

If you're my Facebook friend, you'll know that we have a cleaning customer who has about a quarter mile long drive way that's all uphill. Two weeks ago the snow on his driveway was mostly gone so we made it up the hill and parked. He asked us to back up a little so he could get out and our car (and my husband) ended up sliding most of the way down his driveway and smashed into a tree. Luckily no one was hurt, including our car where my husband was able to bang out the dent. The house owner (who I call Indiana Jones because he looks just like him) hooked a chain under our car and pulled us out.

Needless to say, we now park at the bottom of his driveway and walk up. And I seriously need more exercise. I'm huffing and puffing when I get up there.

Anyway, yesterday when we were leaving the house and getting read for our hike back to the car, we heard a dog bark from next door (they share a driveway). The dog looked like a rottweiler and came running at us. I completely froze, afraid it would bite us.

Mike said not to worry because its tail was wagging. I wasn't so convinced. Maybe he was happy he'd found two large chunks of meat a long ways from their car.

Mike told me to keep walking and went back to listening to his headphones, but I was positive the dog was about to pounce on me any second.

I took a few steps and, without moving my head, glanced back to see if he was following me us...I was concerned for both of us, not just me...right. When I looked back, I saw a bunch of fur and just knew he was in a mid-air leap for my head. I screamed and ran.

Mike looked at me like I was nuts. "The dog! It's chasing me!" I yelled.

Mike looked back. "No it's not. It's sniffing the fence."

When I glanced back again, I realized two things: one, he was right, the dog was way back near the house sniffing the fence; and two, what I had seen chasing me was the fur from the hood on my coat. Luckily Mike didn't (and doesn't) know this.

"Well, he was very close and I saved us with my scream. I scared him," I told Mike.

"Whatever."
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