Ever get your hair caught in a barbed wire fence? Ever have a plan of action in your head but your body doesn’t follow thru with it?
Let’s rewind this story to a sunny, near perfect Sunday afternoon. I was on one of my many 5 mile runs. Okay… that is a huge fib… I have never run 5 miles willingly. I can barely do 3 miles. Another fib… I can probably make 2 miles with plenty of water breaks and maybe a foot massage in between each of those horrid miles. Did I ever tell ya about my brother’s idea for us to run in the Beach to Bay Relay in Corpus Christi? Worse day ever! I couldn’t walk for a week…but that’s another story.-
Back to my nearly perfect Sunday afternoon-
I decided to lay in my lounger and bask in the glorious sunlight while reading one of my favorite magazines. I casually lean over to pick up my tea glass and all of a sudden I hear the most god-awful shrieking sound. I jump up to see where it’s coming from.
What in the world?! I look towards the pasture and see Maggie tormenting a week-old calf. That dog has turned the pasture into her own rodeo. This is NOT good. I hop in my car and race down the road towards the chaos while I called Cowboy..
ME: Maggie has a calf!
COWBOY: I’ll be there in a sec.
I park, get out and start running towards Maggie only to realize that I have to go thru a barbed wire fence. Sweet Jesus…are you kidding me?
Well, alrighty then….thru the fence I go! I pride myself on being agile…just like a ninja. Back in my cheerleading days I was always on the top of the pyramid so this should be a walk in the park. I carefully hold down a strand of barbed wire and slide thru it without getting poked. Heck yes!! I’ve got this!
Except…I didn’t have it. As I raised myself up I got a cramp in my foot (this never happened in my cheerleading days). Is this what it means to have a “catch in my get-along”? I am too young for this! I clumsily regain my footing and start to stand up only to realize that my hair was caught in the barbed wire fence. Have you seen how much hair I have? I began to curse the hair gods AND my genetics (we Morales’ are known for an abundance of locks). I then realized that if I was going to partake in Maggie’s rodeo, I would need to awake my inner cowgirl and do two things… Untangle my hair from this blasted fence AND do it before Cowboy gets here to avoid a lifetime of jokes.
A couple of minutes later I finally free myself and look over towards Maggie who is looking towards Cowboy’s jeep that is driving our way. She sneakily walks away from the calf and sits right beside me.
ME: (Muttering under my breath to her so Cowboy doesn’t hear me) Maggie, I’ve about had it with you! You are a bad dog!
COWBOY: What’s going on here?
MAGGIE: (Looking innocently at her human) Ne me regarde pas. (Don’t look at me). She’s the one that got stuck in the fence.
’til next Sunday y’all- Tammy
