Sighthounds: Greyhounds can never be trusted off leash. A loose greyhound is a dead greyhound. A greyhound has no street smarts when it comes to cars. By nature of a sighthound, greyhounds can run at speeds of up to 45 mph and will chase fast-moving objects.
Goldie is a greyhound/lab mix. She is much like a greyhound in every aspect except her weight - for her size, she weighs much more than a greyhound.
She has 3 basic modes: sleep, eat, chase. She loves a walk more than anything, and I love to walk her and give her freedom to look around on a long retractable leash. That means I have had literally hundreds of instances of her chasing something at a high speed with me unable to stop her. There I am windmilling and flailing along behind her or giving up and dropping the leash.
But today was special. Today is a day that will live in dog walking infamy.
Question: What do you get when you mix a sighthound, a cat, a busy intersection and a dog owner with an overfull bladder?
Yes, that's right, dear readers, I have gotten to the point that every blogger gets to eventually: embarrassing bodily fluid loss.
She saw a big fluffy black cat right at the intersection of Main St. (literally) and La Avenida (even busier than Main Street) and took off RUNNING after it. I tried to hold her back, but the leash popped out of my hand. She briefly dashed out into traffic, in front of a cop car, then veered back over a wall into a grassy area, with me chasing her as fast as my fat short legs would carry me. The leash wrapped around a pole and she came to a halt, but by then it was all over.
My dog made me pee my pants. In public.
I don't know if it was seeing my dog dash in front of a police car, or me running with a full bladder, or fear, or what.
Some creatively messy tying of my jacket around my waist hid the evidence.
By then it was getting dark and it was a long, damp walk home. knew that, even though I hadn't been planning to, I was doing laundry tonight.