Nobody expected that a peaceful afternoon chatting in the backyard would turn out to be as crazy as it did. But one thing I’ve learned during all of my adventures is to always expect the unexpected.
“Let’s climb!” I suggested.
“Nah, I’m good,” she refused.
Jocelyn replied, “I’m not as daring as you, Molly-Anne. I want to enjoy a peaceful afternoon with nothing crazy.”
Ha, ha. Her want was completely in vain.
“What was that?!” Jocelyn gasped as we were both startled.
“I don’t like adventure,” whined Jocelyn, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She too stood up to help me look around.
“Ferocious?” My BFF squeaked.
Both of us whirled around to face the bark. To any ordinary human being or even a doll, this little chihuahua would’ve looked pretty cute, trying to be all ferocious with its loud barks and tiny body. But we were only six inches!
“Jocelyn, you have a way with animals. Talk to it!” I urged, trying to remain calm although my heart was pounding against my chest.
“It looks very angry, Molly-Anne! I don’t think talking to it will help it all!”
So what do you do when you encounter an angry dog?
So that’s exactly what we did.
“Molly-Anne, the crazy chihuahua is catching up!” Panted Jocelyn.
“Then run faster!” I gasped back, another adrenaline rush surging through my muscles as I rocketed down the landscaping.
“A trench,” I confirmed with a nod.
“What do we do now?” Asked my stressed best friend.
“Let me think… It’s kind of wide to jump over, and the trench is very deep, so..”
“Let me think, will you? You can’t rush genius.”
“What? And get closer to this mad pup?”
“Just do it!”
Jocelyn hurriedly stepped back, as did I. I took a running start, preparing to jump.
If Jocelyn thought I was crazy already, she viewed me as completely insane then. “You want me to jump over that deep, wide trench? What if I fall? What if I hurt myself? What if…”
“What if you get eaten by that dog?” I challenged. “And what if you just stop thinking about it and just jump?”
I had never seen her eyes grow more determined before as she too leaped in the air.
“You did it, Jocci,” I grinned at her. “Taking risks wasn’t that bad, now, was it?”
Jocelyn and I looked at each other in alarm as it began backing up to run and jump, too.
“Run?” Jocci asked.
“Run,” I agreed.
I let out a heroic sigh. “In the paraphrased words of Esther, if I die, I die! Go on without me! SAVE YOURSELF!” I prepared to make a big fainting scene, but then Jocelyn shook her head.
“I have another idea.”
“Jocelyn,” I hissed, grimacing as I sat up. “What are you doing?”
I was shocked to see her standing her ground courageously as the chihuahua sped towards her. I turned my head away and squeezed my eyes shut, not willing to witness my best friend being eaten right in front of me.
“NOOO!” I screamed, but was then very bewildered at what happened next.
“Tag!” the dog exclaimed in English. “You’re it!”
Jocelyn and I began laughing so hard that the dog became the one who was confused. This entire running adventure, an escape from a crazy chihuahua, was simply a game of tag!
“Your ankle okay?” Jocelyn asked.
“I think I twisted it, but it’s all in a day’s adventure, right?”
Jocelyn shook her head and laughed. “Oh, Molly-Anne.”
The end! What a way to spend your “relaxing” labor day. :P
Have you ever been chased by a dog?
Until my next misadventure,