almost a hero...

before i tell my story, i need to make sure it is known that I AM NOT A DOG PERSON. i didn't grow up with dogs and while cute, they stink and are too dirty for me. i am afraid of them and have a few of them biting me. i don't like to touch them and try to stay away from them. i have nothing against people who are dog lovers, but i don't see myself having a dog ever. i will just have a few extra kids instead. :) anyway, tonight as angela and i were driving home from the gym (10ish), a black dog on the side of the road caught our eye. now, this was significant because the woman i used to visit teach moved a few days ago and just days before she was to leave, her two dogs ran away. she was very upset and hoping to find them prior to her move. one of the dogs was black, which explains why when we saw the dog both angela and i asked outloud, "is that her dog?". i flipped a 'u' as quickly as i could and pulled off on a side street. as i'm waiting to turn onto the side street, i had the window rolled down and we yelled "TJ!" (the dog's name). so we got out and i was trying so hard to be brave and get the dog to come to me. i am pretty sure i did a good job of not thinking it was going to bite me. i called my vt all while i called the dog, whistlee, got it to run to me and grabbed it's collar. surely, i am going to be a hero. my vt answered and within seconds i learned that she found her dogs and had them with her in utah. i asked, so this means i can let go of the dog i am holding? i was glad she found her dogs but felt pretty funny that we yelled at a dog and i touched and petted some mangy dirty stinky dog. so this will be the day that i was almost a hero. oh, and i decided swiss cheese is cute and it tastes really good.