Topher, the unnamed child, and I were all out to dinner the other night discussing the pups.
A story came up, that I think I tried to block-out, about how Gracie bolted out the front door and played a “fun game” of chase with a crazy woman (me), a minister, two construction workers, and a school bus full of gawking children (and one mortified one).
Back when I worked outside the home, mornings were fairly chaotic for us. One morning, as I was halfway ready (as in I had on my nice blouse, my makeup was on, and I was finishing up my hair). I still had on my pajama bottoms though.
The unnamed child was in 2nd grade, the bus pulled up, and she yelled that she was leaving. I saw her out and was walking to the bedroom to finish getting ready and I heard the door open again and the kid saying she forgot her coat — and then she screamed that Gracie ran out the door!
I ran out the door after her, and the pup, playing some twisted game, ran underneath the school bus!
So here I am, half in my pajamas, half dressed, trying to crawl under a school bus to get my dog — since she WAS NOT coming out.
The kiddo was beyond embarrassed, since all of the kids were staring at me out the bus windows. I went from talking baby talk to the dog, to yelling at her, to begging. As I am half under the bus, the bus driver blasted the horn to scare the dog out — which it did, but it scared me too, and I nailed my head on the bottom of the bus.
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