Yesterday morning, I went running out of the house for my morning run. I stopped on the edge of the driveway waiting for mommy to say it’s okay to cross. She looks one way, and so do I wondering what she is looking at, and then she looks the other way. I think she may be looking for those big metal boxes that roll by real fast. I don’t understand why she would need to look instead of just using her ears to listen for them. She blurted “Okay, sl…”. Before she could get her second word out, I took one huge leap onto the road. As I heard her second word in slow motion “Slooowwwlyyy!”, it was too late. The mean ice on the road pushed me off my feet, hit me hard on my rump and held me down as it dragged me to the other side of the road. Mom screeched as she awkwardly rushed to me because the mean ice was trying to push her down too. I felt like a turtle on its back as I tried to get the ice to let go and let me up. Mommy came over with a worried looked on her face. I guess she doesn’t like the mean ice either. She rubbed my rump, checked me all over and then let me go off to play in the snow. I like the snow much better. It’s soft, it tasted yummy and is not a bully.
About Simba's Mom
I was born and raised in California, lived in Pennsylvania for several years, and have recently moved to Delaware. I have gone from being a teacher for 20 years to a blogger and now back to teaching but still blogging. I have a great dog named Simba. Simba is a German Shorthaired Pointer. Life with Simba is an adventure every day. I have had dogs my entire life but I have learned most about dogs living with Simba. German Shorthaired Pointers really do become your best friend. They become extremely attached and that is why they say they have the Velcro phenomenon. Simba now has a sister 8 years younger and her name is Gypsy.