If you follow me on Instagram or Twitter you've probably heard about the scare we had last week with our dog, Reginald. Last Thursday, we were headed to Wichita to spend the weekend. It was the first time we'd traveled home during the day instead of late at night and we were so excited to get to town early. Josh downloaded Le Miserables for the trip so I propped my feet up on the dash (as usual), put my head back and sipped a kombucha, peacefully.
About half way home we exited off the highway and pulled to the side of the road so I could send an email while we had decent cell phone reception. Josh rolled down the windows so Reggie could get some fresh air and before it was down Reginald leaped out the window and across the side street through two lanes of traffic. The gal behind us was approaching our vehicle when he jumped out and stopped to be of assistance. Josh hopped out of our car and chased after Reggie who was now running full speed alongside the on ramp onto the highway. I looked up from my email to see Josh running across the street so I jumped out to follow him. I was wearing the least athletic boots of all time so I got back in the car to drive alongside the highway. It was the only way I could keep up with him! He's as fast as the dickens!
I trailed him alongside the highway driving on the shoulder trying to lure him into the car and not hit him. I got close to him and flung the passenger door open so he could jump into the vehicle. He approached the car but instead psyched me out, ran around the front of our car and across two more lanes of traffic on the interstate. Without looking for traffic, I flew out of the drivers seat across the highway and into the median to save our dog! I realize now how stupid it was to risk my life for our dogs but I had tunnel vision that was focused on one thing only, to save our Reginald!
I met up with him in the grass median that separated the lane of traffic he'd someone just managed to survive from the one full of oncoming vehicles flying at 80mph. Then panic set in as I watched our sweet pup racing toward the pavement about to be annihilated. Without thought, I closed my eyes and mom screamed at the top of my lungs, "REGINALD!!". Slowly I peeked through my eyelids and about 6 paces away on the edge of the pavement of oncoming traffic there lay my sweet boy, shaking like a leaf with both paws grazing the pavement. He had stopped in his tracks! He was safe, he was alive! I rushed after him while he was still stunned, grabbed him up by his bright red bandana, twisted the bandana tight around his neck and my fist and carried him like a wounded puppy back across the highway to Papa.
I thought Josh was going to kill him and when he didn't kill him I thought I was going to kill him. We were so upset with him and so shaken. But, he's alive and we are so grateful that we were able to stop him before he got hurt. We learned a valuable lesson last week, never roll the windows down for the pup near the highway and always use your mom voice.