As I was ending my second lap, I realized that Earl, the fucker, had gotten out and was running amok in the access road. I hobbled over to the neighbor's house and pleaded with him to help me with my dog. Since neither one of us have easy access to the access road from our backyards, he had to hop his fence and try to grab Earl. Earl wasn't having it, so I had to go get treats and a leash. Then Tony and his brother in law had to pick Earl up and put him over his fence...so he could get back into my yard. I put everybody in the house, but was so exhausted I had to take a 2 1/2 hour nap. The two lap walk would have been enough, but chasing after the dog, on a cane really did me in. Like I'm not doing anything else today.
As if this whole business with Jack Reacher didn't ruin my day enough, then the fucking dogs have to be on lockdown. They don't even get to go outside for a two minute potty break without supervision. My dad's coming over later to see if we can outsmart the stinking dog. Good thing the Big Guy retired. I hope he brings Max. Yesterday Max and I had a serious conversation about us going to see the Tour de France when he's bigger. I told him we could ride bikes together and I would get him a blue bike. He liked the blue bike idea and kept smiling at me. A blue bike it is!
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