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The Day I Almost Killed My Dog Blue...

”description”Dear Diary. Every now and then I do something really stupid. I'm not talking about inadvertantly falling for married guys or risking my entire future with a job in radio, no. I'm talking really stupid. This story probably equals me hitchhiking in the wilderness when I was in high school, or going swimming in Barton springs during the flooding. Except it involves me endangering the life of my beloved dog, Blue...

After the amazing day at Flugtag, I headed out to my fave bar, Molotov, to get some well deserved R&R. I may have imbibed a little too much, but, wtf, I worked hard all day. Needless to say, my friend and I left our cars downtown and caught a cab home. The next morning I woke up with the brainwave that we should ride our bikes to get our cars. This would work out well I thought, as I could bring Blue, who is an experienced bike running dog (see Deb's Diary in March) and after a little brunch somewhere delicious we could go for a swim in the springs, grab the cars and head home. As usual, nothing went right. We got almost a third of the way there, when Blue started really flagging. Did I mention this was about 1pm on a very hot and sunny Sunday afternoon? I was going pretty slowly, but really put the brakes on for him, which was a good thing because all of a sudden he just collapsed under a tree and wouldn't get up. I freaked the eff out. What the hell have I just done? What was I thinking? Blue just blew a gasket! I needed help! Luckily we had stopped near a park and my friend scouted out a water fountain in a nearby baseball diamond, and after 20 minutes of coaxing, I walked a drunk looking wobbly legged panting machine of a Blue dog over there and doused him in god's good H2O. What should I do? Call 911? How could I get him home? I'm on my bike! AHHH! Luckily my kind neighbour the preist was home and came and picked me up like the prodigal daughter. I took Blue into the cool of the AC and he slept on the concrete floors for the rest of the day. I had to make my way back to my friend and our bikes at the diamond (Cub's beat the Dodgers BTW) and then we went and had a slice of well deserved pizza. Is this like the time my cousin accidentally threw a dart at his son's foot, or like when that crazy woman in HOuston drowned all her likds? Should I call CPS on myself.???

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