Wednesday, October 17, 2007

But I've seen it all in a small town...


Lyric courtesy of John Mellencamp.

I love living in the small-town south, because you just never know what you're going to find next.




For example, a herd of chihuahuas standing in the middle of the road.

I was on my way home from taking TFYO to school. She goes to school in "Historic Guyton", as opposed to "middle of nowhere Guyton", which is where I live. It's a very quaint little town, still has it's old water tower, and more churches than you can shake a stick at.

I was driving down Church Street, when I noticed the herd. I'm not really sure how many chihuahuas it takes to make a herd, but there were six standing in the road right in front of my car.

I stopped.

I honked the horn.

And then one of the little buggers barked at me and started biting my front tire.

Being the kind and conscientious person I am, I decided to put on my four-way flashers and get out to assist the dogs out of the road. That's when the black one, who was mostly grey from age, flopped over onto the road. I thought I'd killed him.

And that's when this sweet little old lady with a walker came out of the brick bungalow to my right and started calling for her dogs. Four of the six went running to her. The black one, who was thankfully not dead, kept laying in the road. And the one that was biting my tire, kept biting my tire.

"Oh, I'm so sorry about this! They don't usually run out in the street, and I'm just not strong enough to chase them down anymore," said the lady. I imagine she wasn't, as she was coming down from her porch on a walker.

"Oh, it's no problem," I replied, as casually as I could, with the other four chihuahuas deciding to come running back. At that moment, another car pulled up behind me.

"Y'all alright?" It was some guy in a pick up truck.

"Uh, yeah, just trying to corral some little dogs." So he got out and helped me herd the four back into this lady's house. I picked up the old dog and he crawled up to my shoulder, licking my ear. I then grabbed The Biter, and he immediately whimpered and went limp. I left my car running, and carted this lady's "babies" back into her house. As I was getting ready to leave, she hugged me.

"I just love living in my town,"she said. "The people in the south are always so friendly. Not like all those people from up north moving down here. They won't give you the time of day. Always speeding through here like they own the place."

I was going to tell her that I was from up north. I really was. But I was so touched that she thought I was from here, I just didn't have the heart to tell her. I did tell her she might want to think about a fence.

I went back outside, my car was still running, and nothing was gone.

Only in my town.


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Oh, and I have picked up another award, two actually. These are from the delusionally delightful Jo Beaufoix.








Jo says on her blog:


The Community Blog Award celebrates people who reach out and makes the blogger
community a better one.

I'm honoured that she thinks that about me. I really am.


About the other award, Jo says she lurves me, but not in a rude way. I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I'll take it as a compliment.

What all of this really means, however, is that I need to have another awards presentation. I promise. I will. Really.

9 comments:

The Rotten Correspondent said...

What is it about little dogs that makes them think they rule the world? Seriously. They all have Napoleon complexes.

Congrats on both your awards and your good deed of the day. Evidently your drawl is getting quite good...

Jillian said...

Hey - my dog is a min pin chihuahua, and she does rule the place. But she's a good girl, so I can't complain.

Jen - I was starting to think I would have to call PETA on you, killing frogs, then potentially killing chihuahuas... lol

Glad everyone was ok!

Call me on the weekend when you can.

auntie barbie said...

Your lucky one of the little bastards didn't bite you when you picked them up. And no I am not a Chihuahua hater, I own one, have had one own me, and I've learned from experience.

RC, Jen's had that drawl thing going for awhile.

Mya said...

Are you sure 'herd' is the correct collective noun for chihuahuas? A 'yap' or a 'nip' or perhaps even a 'swift kick' of chihuahuas might be more fitting.

Mya x

Willowtree said...

She must have been deef as well as immobile.

Diana said...

Well done, not only a Northerner, but a Great White Northerner who now passes for a Southerner!

I love that they are a 'herd' of chihuahuas and not a 'pack'. Much more appropriate image.

I'm still grinning at the image of the one dog passed out in the street and the other trying to take out your tire while the remaining herd try to stampede you. I'm glad you live in a small town, too.

my two cents said...

I think people all just think that if you are nice you must be from where ever they are from. Clearly, I wish everyone who annoyed me would just go back to where ever they came from, and I'm not even from around here, but when I am nice people think I am from around here.

Jo Beaufoix said...

Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Attacked by roaming chihuahuas.

And I think you're brave for picking the little buggers up, they can be quite feisty.

Has the dear, sweet, little old lady ever thought of shutting her door??

Or did the chihuahuas stand on each others shoulders to open it?

Hmmm

I'm a bit scared by that thought now.

Jen said...

RC I think that's true of many small things and people. Not all, just many. *grin* I once worked at Frederick's of Hollywood store. For fun, I'd try out different accents during the week. I always sold more to guys with a Russian accent or a soft Mississippi.

Jillian And don't forget the duck that almost flew into my car yesterday!

Auntie Barbie Yeah, I know I'm lucky. But I kind of needed to get home so I could get on to work. I figured Yough Guy probably wasn't so tough, as he was biting my tire and not me in the first place.

Mya I think you win the comments. A "yap" of chihuahuas is my new word.

WT Not so deef that she didn't hear my horn honking. Just deaf enough to not hear the yapping anymore.

Diana Stampeded by chihuahuas? *shudder* I'd hate to have anyone see that in my obituary. "Good Samaritan Crushed in Stampede of Ankle Biting Dogs".

my two cents I know you're nice, and it never entered my mind that you might be Canadian. LOL

Jo I got the impression the old dear let them out of the house to do their business, and they decided on a little adventure across the street. She probably does that most mornings, and they just eventually come back to the door when they're hungry, or have savaged a group of children or something. I just had the misfortune of being in the way that day.