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Saturday, November 30, 2002
11.30.02 ATHENS, Ga. - A few people may be shocked but yes, I am updating “The Daily Grind.” Stop. Catch your breath. It’s ok. I am currently in the photo area at Sanford Stadium at the University of Georgia. I am awaiting the start of the Georgia/Georgia Tech game. I got here early. Really early. So early that I was the second photographer here. That, my friends, is rare. I wanted to be sure to get a spot to set up my laptop and get a phone line. I succeeded. I also missed all the horrible traffic. Being early isn’t so bad, even if it is a bit weird feeling for me. It’s nice to have time to relax and do things like, say, update my site instead of panicking in the car caught in traffic praying that I get to the game on time. I could get used to this. I don’t know that I’ll be on time always now, I somehow doubt it, but this is a glimpse at “how the other side lives.” Speaking of panicking, yesterday was a stress-filled day to be sure. When I got home from my Thanksgiving adventures in Alabama (which I’ll write about in a second) I pulled into my driveway and saw the gate leading to the back yard wide open. Leibten was no where to be seen. I called her name. I ran up and down the street. I was scared. There were no dogs barking anywhere in the neighborhood, a sign that she was not near the house at all. My neighbor, Danny, heard me calling for her and came out to see what was going on. He told me he had seen her a few hours earlier in the back yard as normal. When I examined the gate, the lock was still on it. It was weird to be sure. I was truly afraid someone had stolen her. Danny offered to help me look for her. We hopped in our cars and scoured the surrounding area for several hours. I kept stopping back by home to call Meghan and give her updates. On one of these stops, I called central dispatch to see if any officers had seen her running the streets. The dispatcher said no, but took her description, my telephone number and basically put out a BOLO (be on look out) for our galloping gray doggie. I went out again, asking everyone I saw if they’d seen her. At one point a guy raking his leaves said he had seen a gray dog running down the street and the guys across the road had caught it. I pulled into the other drive way only to see a HUGE black and gray dog barking at me and bearing its teeth. The guys in the yard said that was the dog they found just as the dog lunged at me trying to jump the fence and tear me to shreds. I said “thats not my dog” as I walked away quickly. After several hours of searching with no luck, I was distraught. I was on the verge of tears. I knew I care for that hyper little wiggle worm, but I didn’t realize just how much. I called Meghan one last time to tell her I was going to have to quit looking and was about to print up brochures. She suggested calling vets and taking pictures to them. It was then that I heard dogs barking down the street. I hung up with Meghan quickly and ran out to my car, driving in the direction I thought the barks were coming from. I didn’t see her, so, crestfallen, I started driving back to the house. Just then, in a yard at the end of the block, I saw a gray dog. It was her. I was nearly in tears as I pulled the car toward her, hanging out the window calling her name. She looked at me rather sheepishly and tucked her tail between her legs and got down on the ground as I got out of the car to catch her. She knew her little romp was against the rules. I took her back to the house, gave her a bunch of treats, a big hug, and promptly put her in the kennel, trying to reason with her that good dogs don’t run away and give their masters heart attacks. I let her out, and I called Meghan. I didn’t say anything, but when she answered the phone I told Leibten to “speak” and she barked. Meghan broke into tears she was so happy. I then called Joe to let him know she was back. I have never been so relieved, I think. Thanksgiving was great. We ate in Anniston on Wednesday at my parents house. The next day we went to Birmingham to eat at Father Donohoe’s place. It was there that we got to see Da Peeg. And commenced to playing football at Joe’s school, Birmingham Southern. Geoffrey and I played Joe and Nick with my dad switching to whichever team was playing offense. Despite some predictions (Meghan) Da Peeg and I were not slaughtered, but were actually up by two touchdowns at one point. Joe being bigger than us and Nick being crazy Army Ranger boy now, we couldn’t beat them with speed or size, but we used strategy. Oh yes. Peeg devised one play that actually had them run into each other like on a cartoon while trying to cover us. Eventually they utilized speed through a series of running plays and tied up the game. At the very end, in the last seconds, yours truly through an interception in the end zone ending the game with the first loss the older brothers have suffered. It was much easier when we started this thing and being older was actually an advantage. Oh well. Theres always next year. Got to go. Think the coaches are gonna meet soon and I want to shoot it. CYA!!! 11/30/2002 11:29:00 PM |
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