I got a story for ya.
Same dog I mentioned before.
We had just moved to that little guest house, which had a fenced in front yard... and some asshole had come into our yard to put a menu on my door for a local Chinese food restaurant and left the gate open.
So my wife let's the dog out, as she did every morning... and I wake up to her screaming at the top of her lungs, the dogs name (jake) and my name, and within literally seconds of having been out cold asleep, I am sprinting down the street and stopping traffic on Olive Ave in Burbank....
In my Calvin Cline undies, and nothing else.
No socks, no shoes, no shirt, no time for that.
Barefoot and damn close to naked, chasing a golden retriever mutt on busy busy streets.
I got him to chase me away from traffic, dog was having the time of his life. He was fast as fuck though and this was maybe a week or 2 after we had got him, so I had not yet really off leash trained him.
Eventually I tackled him in bushes in some old ladies backyard.
She was smoking a cigarette and observing. I must have looked like a Lunatic.
By the time I had the dog, who had no leash mind you, so I had to throw him over my shoulder and carry him home.... I was sweating, bleeding from my knees and the soles of my feet, and all sorts of scuffed up from jumping fences and running thru bushes and shit.
That happened.
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