A Tale of A Little Dog

As told by Wrigley Holyfield Wright

Hi humans. Wrigley here. The lady who calls herself "Mommy" thought I should explain what happened to me last night on her blog. She thought you other humans might like knowing a little tale....

Last night, Mommy let me out the front door so I could go to the bathroom. Usually, I go and come right back inside where it is warm... But, since Mommy left me on the small, cramped porch all day long while she went to work, I was a little excited. She let me out the front door....and AWAY I WENT!!! I could feel the cool air breeze through my fur....it felt so good to give my muscles a little exercise!

That crazy lady, Mommy, kept yelling my name to come back. But, I WAS FREE!!!

I sniffed out a few areas and found a place to go to the bathroom...then decided to play a little trick on Mommy. I trotted back towards the door - as if I would actually go inside - and then AWAY I WENT AGAIN! Yippee!!! I made a break for the open green grass while Mommy kept yelling at me! I couldn't go back now....I'd get in trouble! I even sniffed out a place across the street - it was so much fun....that crazy lady thought I might actually LISTEN to her!!!

But then something bad happened. I decided it was time to go back inside.

I didn't look left-right-left when I crossed the street - and I got nailed by a car. It hit me smack in the left side! Man, did that hurt! I even broke the cover on the lady's license plate!!!

I was in so much pain that I panicked.....I ran off to find a place to hide! Mommy yelled and yelled for me - and I could hear her crying to daddy on the phone. He's my best friend and I never would have played these tricks on him. I miss him when he is on business trips and I know Mommy does too.

I could still hear Mommy searching for me at 3am. Geez - she's persistent!!! But then things got quiet. I think that's when Mommy was putting food in the garage for me in case I went back home. Crazy woman...like I would go back THERE right now! I was hurting!

Mommy kept wondering where I was through the night and early morning - but I'm going to keep that secret to myself. I started to feel better and decided to explore. Nothing like getting hit by a car to FINALLY get the chance to explore the other side of the condo complex!

Around 7am, I could hear Mommy yelling for me again - but I didn't know where she was. I was trying to find my way back home, but I'd gotten lost during my adventure.

While I was back exploring the trash bin for the condos, I saw a silver car drive past - and THERE SHE WAS!!!! MOMMY! I hoped she hadn't seen me - and decided to race her back to the condo. She yelled my name over and over - and I'm pretty sure she spotted me running like crazy in her rear view mirror. She must have thought I was hurt pretty bad - and I'm sure she felt so relieved to see me running so fast without a limp! I was pretty fast running home - and I think Mommy lost where I was again..... But after a few minutes, she came driving past the condo...and...SURPRISE!!! I was waiting on the doorstep for her!

Man, did she cry then! She was SO EXCITED to see me!!! She was so excited when I was jumping on her - she usually doesn't like that - but I think she had thought I was hurt.

Even though I was doing everything I could to show her I was safe, that crazy lady still took me to the doctor. That doctor lady is really nice and she always gives me good treats. She squeezed my legs, listened to my heart and lungs, and poked around on my face. I heard her tell Mommy that I looked really good for getting hit by a car the night before! The only thing they saw was road rash (scratches) on my left eyebrow.

It was one crazy night. Mommy didn't get any sleep....Daddy didn't get any sleep...and I didn't get any sleep. Mommy has stayed by my side all day long making sure I keep looking good. Man - she won't leave me alone!

Thanks for the prayers from Iowa and Tennessee. I felt so lost until I heard Mommy's voice this morning...then I knew exactly how to get back home! I feel good now...just tired!

Love, Wrigley