Okay, so now for something so totally ridiculous that happened to me this evening.
So Josh and I have had a problem lately with our dog Abbey trying to runaway. I guess her life here is so bad that she tries to escape every chance she can get. Anyway, I decided to take her on a walk because we've been having wonderful 70 degree days and I don't want to waste it. Especially in February. So, we're walking and walking and walking... and she starts freaking out jumping all over the place. She manages to get her collar off and then high tails it all over the neighborhood. I'm trying to lure her back to me by exclaiming that the bag of poop I was holding was actually some special treat and to please come back. That didn't work naturally. It took a good samaritan to actually stop his car and call her in. I wanted to whoop her right then and there (I'd never hit my dog!).