intlpro

I was a hero tonight.

So there I was, at my job at the vet. Beto was there. Beto is one of the dogs that lives at the vet. See the doc is one of those guys that won't put an animal down (or put it in the position to be put down) unless absolutely, 100%, swear-to-hell, goddam necessary. While this is gives him, me, and everyone else who works there a big ol' fuzzy feeling inside, it also means we have three dogs and thirteen cats who permenantly reside in the office.

Anyway, I'd finished feeding and walking the dogs and was going back outside to fetch the "poop bucket" and little did I know that Beto's cage door was being opened to change his water dish the very moment I opened the door to the outside world. So instead of walking in, breathing through my mouth and washing a dog-crap-smelling bucket, I got smacked in the knee by dog skull. By the time I actually realized what was going on Beto was at least thirty feet away. The mutt can run. I rop the bucket and take off after the bastard. Beto's sweet dog, and really cute, but he's dumb as hell and the vet is right next to a four-lane highway.

So I'm tear-assing after this dog with no hope of actually keeping up. I haven't run like that years and am a fairly heavy smoker. Luckily Beto's just running back and forth around me, but in the field right next to the road. At any point he could just dash right into traffic. Just as I'm about to pass out from exhaustion he runs close enough that I can tackle him. I wrestle the stupid shit to the ground and hold him until the other girl I'm working with runs up with a leash. I still feel like I could have a heart attack at any minute.

Beto thought it was fun as hell.