Calle Roo
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Have you or a friend had a 'heart attack' moment that you'd like to share? In advance, please do no judge or criticize or be even in the tad bit be negative to one another. We are human and often have moments of error. I've held on to mine for a few weeks because I'm beyond embarrassed that these happened to me. I even thought that I was the worse mommy and considered finding Q a new home.
Quella is out of her x-pen but I still use it as a barrier between the office and living space in my loft. I was working and heard Q squeaking for the first time ever, so I jumped up and saw she moved the gate from the desk and had her head wedged in between them. I got her out and fixed the gate and went back to work. An hour later I got up and stepped over the gate to get the TV remote and saw Q wedged in the gate again. She wasn't moving, so I thought she was a goner. I fixed the gate and used a leash to tighten it so she can't move it at all.
The next time, which was a tear jerker for me and kept me overly emotional for hours, at least. We left my townhouse and were walking along this wall, which is the only barrier to the main road and to our car. I had my hands full with her leash, a gallon of water, a bag of return items to Petsmart, my purse and Tupperware water bowl. The leash slipped out of my hand which had the gallon jug and Petsmart bag. I yelled Quella several times and she kept looking back at me and running away. I threw all of my belongings on the ground and picked up the pace. We were now 30' to the end of the wall and another 15' to the main road during rush hour. If I tried to kick off my flip flops I would either trip and fall or it'd slow me down enough that she would be out of my reach. I don't know how I did it, but I caught up to her and stepped on her leash which jerked her 2 feet and she let out a yelp. Seriously, how does a 10# dog w/4 inch legs out run a cross country runner?
And the most recent was yesterday. It was 97 degrees and I went to the lake to pick up my dad and brought Q for the ride. When we got there, I put her in her stroller to walk down the dock to the marina and figured I'd let her cool off in the sail boat office before we headed back up to the car. I left the front of her stroller open for the first time to let her get some air. I hit a bump on the dock and I watched in slow motion Q somersaulting through the air. As she started the fall, the chain that connects to the stroller stopped her fall, leaving her hanging by her neck then snapped and she fell to the ground, landing on her back. It was horrific. I picked her up and rubbed and visually inspected her body then put her back in the stroller and zipped it up for all rides going forward. We got to the sail boat office and I was pretty shaken up. I had my dad watch her and I went to the store to get a tea and calm down.
There are sevaral things that could have been prevented; however, we often don't learn from our mistakes until after they happen.
XoXo from Quella La Round and her mommy too!
Quella is out of her x-pen but I still use it as a barrier between the office and living space in my loft. I was working and heard Q squeaking for the first time ever, so I jumped up and saw she moved the gate from the desk and had her head wedged in between them. I got her out and fixed the gate and went back to work. An hour later I got up and stepped over the gate to get the TV remote and saw Q wedged in the gate again. She wasn't moving, so I thought she was a goner. I fixed the gate and used a leash to tighten it so she can't move it at all.
The next time, which was a tear jerker for me and kept me overly emotional for hours, at least. We left my townhouse and were walking along this wall, which is the only barrier to the main road and to our car. I had my hands full with her leash, a gallon of water, a bag of return items to Petsmart, my purse and Tupperware water bowl. The leash slipped out of my hand which had the gallon jug and Petsmart bag. I yelled Quella several times and she kept looking back at me and running away. I threw all of my belongings on the ground and picked up the pace. We were now 30' to the end of the wall and another 15' to the main road during rush hour. If I tried to kick off my flip flops I would either trip and fall or it'd slow me down enough that she would be out of my reach. I don't know how I did it, but I caught up to her and stepped on her leash which jerked her 2 feet and she let out a yelp. Seriously, how does a 10# dog w/4 inch legs out run a cross country runner?
And the most recent was yesterday. It was 97 degrees and I went to the lake to pick up my dad and brought Q for the ride. When we got there, I put her in her stroller to walk down the dock to the marina and figured I'd let her cool off in the sail boat office before we headed back up to the car. I left the front of her stroller open for the first time to let her get some air. I hit a bump on the dock and I watched in slow motion Q somersaulting through the air. As she started the fall, the chain that connects to the stroller stopped her fall, leaving her hanging by her neck then snapped and she fell to the ground, landing on her back. It was horrific. I picked her up and rubbed and visually inspected her body then put her back in the stroller and zipped it up for all rides going forward. We got to the sail boat office and I was pretty shaken up. I had my dad watch her and I went to the store to get a tea and calm down.
There are sevaral things that could have been prevented; however, we often don't learn from our mistakes until after they happen.
XoXo from Quella La Round and her mommy too!