Sneakeasy, the Dogcatcher of Huntington Beach!

Protector of Wimminfolk and Mailmen, Extraordinaire!

There I am, the other morning, walking down a major street in the neighborhood near where my sister lives, minding my own business, when all of a sudden 2 huge dogs come lumbering happily across the street heedless of the pack of SUV's bearing down on them, hellbent for leather....

Right behind them is a lady frantically calling for them to come back.

What's a guy to do?

Well, I run out toward them, heedless of the danger (from the mutts, not the rampaging SUV'S!), yelling authoritatively:

"YEE HAW! Get yer ass back over there! Come on, move it!"

The SUV'S, of course, paid me no heed whatsoever.....

The dogs, though, took one look at me, tucked their tails meekly between their legs, and scampered back the way they had come, into the alley, and back through a hole in the fence around their yard...... NOT!

As they ran into the alley, and another lady came out to help, Lady #1 clued me in that the dogs had just got out of her neighbors yard and she happened to be outside when they did.

And to top it off said neighbor was off, loitering at the local hospital, giving birth, thank you very much. :-)

Now, up to speed on the backstory, together, we three pooled our massive intellect to come up with a plan to trap the dogs.

Lady #1, only being comfy around 1 of the dogs, and Lady #2, not comfy at all, the major leg work was gonna be up to me.

So Lady #1 goes and securely blocks the hole in the fence, and opens the side gate.

Lady #2 mans the gate for closing behind the soon to be corralled dogs.

Me? My job was to go chase the dogs, and persuade them of the desirability of avoiding the dangers of the outside world (SUV'S and other cars), foregoing its obvious pleasures (so many trees, and fire hidrants, so little time...) for the safety and routine lifestyle of home, sweet, home.

What about the dogs, you ask? Where were they during all this planning?

The rapscallions were joyously running circles around the house, and running up and down the sidewalk out front.

I ran out front and, getting their attention with a few shouts of " Come on dudes, let's go!" and "Get yer asses in gear, now, come on!",
chased them toward the back yard again....

and again....

and again....

and again....

and again....

They absolutely LOVED this new game, let me tell you! :-)

I was getting pooped!

Yet, the longer this went on, the more I found myself laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. :-)

With round 6 we managed to get the dog that Lady #1 was afraid of to run into his yard.

Round 7 began with the other dog running further afield, apparently made curious by a mailman siting.

I ran out front , and it took me a few minutes to realize how far astray he had got, and then I saw the mailman, and just couldn't resist...

I had a new incentive to entice the dog!

"Here boy, come on! Din, Din! Come and get it!"

When the mailman stopped in his tracks and looked around at me, I assured him it wasn't personal, and no harm would come to him.

"Trust me", I yelled. :-)

Meanwhile, Lady #3, with a baby in a stroller, and a dog on a leash walked by, took in the situation, and recognizing the runaway called him over to her....

He came running and began catching up on old times with the other dog, and I had the lady help me guide them back toward the house where Lady #1 came out with a leash and the runaway was led docily back to his yard.

Did I say I was pooped?

Just writing about this event tires me out all over again.

Finally introductions were made all around, and I said my "aww shucks, twern't nuthin's" and "goodbyes", and scurried off back on my way to my sisters house.