Chasing Monday

 Here we are again.  Monday.  I can hardly contain my joy.

Nobody can accuse me of not exercising yesterday.  When I was coming home from my morning walk by Lake Michigan, I was pulling into the alley when I thought I saw a dog.  I am almost 100 percent positive it was the dog next door.  I blew the horn because of course, wouldn't a dog like recognize me?  Of course not.  He stopped when he saw me and I thought maybe if I can get the car in the garage, I can go down the alley and find him. 

I hurried along because I'm at the far end of the alley and I was trudging along with the few bags I had in my hands when I saw the dog head out of the alley and into the street. I thought oh damn it.  The alley leads to a somewhat quiet side street but I thought where is he going?

He was going by the railroad tracks.  OMG.  I yelled for him, Hey buddy no!!  I don't know the dog's name.  He stopped and ran towards the street that's across from us and here I am running like Fred Sanford trying to catch up with him.  

He wound up running into someone's yard.  I thought maybe it's not him but I think it is.  This isn't the first time I caught him wandering around in the alley.  He is an escape artist and I think his owners know it.  I would not like that.  My mom and I coaxed him back when we caught him across the street one day.  He almost ran into an Amazon truck.  

That poor little guy had his sister dog and another dog there poisoned when the monster lived there.  I would kind of think that my neighbors would keep a closer eye on him.  I know the last time we found him running around, we knocked on the door but nobody answered.  I had the feeling the same would happen and I kind of wondered if he would wander back.  I would not like that at all.  I hope he's outside when I take out recycling or the trash today.  That really upset me.

My mom wondered what was wrong with me when I came home.  I told her that there was running involved in today's adventures. I am out of shape obviously but I wasn't huffing and puffing like I did in the 9th grade during track.  I just wanted to take a nap for 8 hours.

Glad Precious wants to stay indoors.  I like to be outside, but I got my limits as well.  I hope the little guy is ok.  That bothers me.

Sigh.  I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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