So, don't judge me. Ok, you can because it's kinda an involuntary thing, to judge people. I don't know why we all don't walk around with robes, gavels and maybe even wigs. Anyway, Rudy had a quick bite, floor service (instead of table service, get it). And yes, that is the same plate I would eat off of after being washed.
To preface this video, I might still be having residual feelings of guilt. I almost killed this dog of mine.
Rudy. RuBear. Rudy Roo. Rudy Ruettiger. Rudy Rudebaker. Rudy Rutabaga. Roodles Canoodles. It's a Ru.
I fuckin love this dog. Every dog or cat or pet owner can relate. I'm not gonna say, no, I love him more than you love your dog. I might, or I might not.
Anyway, yesterday morning, we drove to Flagler Drive in Flagler Village for a walk. We met Steamboat, a pitbull of a friend who has a brewery right in the area, Invasive Species. Big surprise, Rudy didn't like Steamboat. So, we had a good walk. Then we went back to the car. I put Rudy in the back seat, & I filled the cup holder with water for him.
Then I closed the door. And the keys were on the passenger seat. And the doors were locked. And my phone was in the car.
But the door was cracked. I tried to wedge my hand in, but it was just a crack.
These landscapers just pulled up behind me, so I asked if I could use someone's phone. The one guy that handed me a phone gave me an android. And of course I didn't know how to use it. I called TFP (my husband) and it went straight to voicemail. He was out running. I left a panicky message relaying the situation. And I called again, and again, and again. I probably called him 15 times. I panicked even more after about 10-15 minutes, so I called 911. They were sending the fire department. Rudy was fine... but I was not. He didn't really seem anxious until about 15 - 20 minutes in. Then the phone I was using stopped working. I think I made the data reach the limit, so I couldn't call anymore. And I couldn't answer the phone when TFP tried to call back. But, luckily, the firemen showed up. They were able to open the door really quickly since it was cracked. Of course, Rudy went ballistic. So they got the door open, but were holding it closed until I got around to the door. They didn't want him to lunge out and bite him, which he probably would have done.....I opened the door, and I poured more water in the cup holder. He drank it all. Then I refilled. He drank that. He drank all the water I had in the car. It was about 25 - 30 minutes by the time the door was unlocked. Luckily, he wasn't in direct sunlight. I was fucking freaking out anyway. In 6 years since we've had that car, I don't think I've ever locked the keys in the car. Ever.
After they left, TFP called my phone, and I answered. He came to give me $20. So, I put the landscaper's phone back in their truck with some cash to pay for the phone bill. And that was that. We went home. I gave Rudy a ton of treats and hugs. I don't know if he really understood why.
So, go ahead judge me all you want, if it makes you feel better. I totally judged myself. I ruled Guilty!
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