Monday Morning Part Two

Yesterday Lucky turned one and half and it was my actual birthday. But before we go into the celebrations I wanted to tack on a few things to Monday's horrible day including Lucky attempting suicide before I put that post to bed. After the flat tire we needed to buy a new tire so we zipped down to the tire shop conveniently located down the street. Since it was such a short drive I thought we would take Lucky because Carrie would just turn around and come home with him. Since we've had Quentin Carrie has not been driving the dog around because she has Q and they can't be in the car at the same time. (See "The Park" post). Like all dogs the Luckster likes to stick his head out the window so we roll them down and lock the windows. Well, Carrie isn't used to going through the routine so she rolled down the back windows about half way but didn't lock them. Within about a block and half Lucky has his head out the window and had his two front paws perched on the armrest attached to the door. (Cue scary music). He gets his paw locked onto the automatic window mechanism and begins to roll the window up on his neck. As the window goes higher panic begins to mount. He's directly behind me so I can't really see what is happening. Again, one block from our house. This ride has been exactly 31 seconds long at this point. I can tell he's freaking because he has begun thrashing about trying to get his head out, but its too late. His collar comes flying off, window still going up. It now is only open about two inches and the dog, all 100 pounds of him, is in straight freak out panic mode with his head jammed sideways out the window. I'm screaming at Carrie, because she has the controls. The dog begins peeing all over in his panic. Did I mention we are in a car and it's 88 degrees outside? Warm pee does not smell good. Carrie pulls the car over, gets the window down and Lucky survives his first suicide attempt. Let's say he was, ahem, lucky. What a day. We now have to turn around and try to get the pee cleaned up. (He desperately needs a bath now)! We won't tell you what car it was so when you come to visit and find yourself in the backseat you won't be turned off. Don't worry, we'll purchase some air freshener. We get it cleaned up, decide to take the dog anyway, get the new tire and the car fixed.

But wait there's more. To end the day Carrie drove all the way to daycare and arrived realizing she didn't have the car seat. That's just great! With the unexpected switching of cars the car seat never made the transition back to the baby-mobile. It's a 45 minute round trip experience in rush hour traffic so to take it once for giggles is less than ideal. I am in the middle of giving the dog his aforementioned bath but I decide I'll help out and take the trip the second time. There was a horrific accident that slowed traffic on the way home and then conveniently some genius runs out of gas about 50 yards from the gas station blocking the two turn lanes (yes he was sideways) at the 2:39 stop light. As in that's how long you wait at the red before it turns green. It took 3 turns of the light (that's 7:57 of your life that you're not getting back) before some good samaritans helped push the genius' car into the gas station. I forgot to mention Quentin was giving his best impression of screaming bloody murder in the back seat. It was a forgettable day to say the least. In the end we decided that was enough bad luck for the entire week and are now looking forward to enjoyable rest of the week.

Here is a picture that a work colleague took of Quentin. The credit for the pic goes out to Captain H.