It was one of those horrible, terrible, no good, very bad days. I got distracted, somehow missed my reminder alarm, and was called up by the school; they were wondering if anyone was going to pick up the kids. I said I lost track of time and would hurry over to the school. Well, loading Oaklee and Grayson into the van is always a chore, especially when running behind. That was the first issue. Then, I turned down Fulmer Street instead of the way I usually go. That was a mistake. There were some kids out walking their dogs who went ballistic as I was trying to slowly drive past them. One of the kids lost their grip on the leash and a dog ran right up to the car. I was afraid of running them over, so stopped. We realized that the leash was stuck under my back tire. I got out, tried to hand the little dog (a Shia-tzu) to the oldest girl so that I could pull the car forward without running the dog over and release the leash. The little dog was surprisingly vicious and tried biting me. Then, the bigger dog pulled away from the girl and grabbed a hold of my arm with its teeth. Luckily, I was wearing my jean jacket and it protected me some, but my arm sure is sore now. We finally got the dogs unstuck and the leashes back in the hands of the kids, and I finally made it to the school to pick up my poor neglected kiddos.
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