So.. years ago my brother woke me in a panic, as he came home from an early morning gym session to see our back gate was open and our dog was gone.
I leaped from bed and ran up a walkway near our house, and my brother searched our street.
I saw my dog about 200mtrs away
he was wearing a bright red SAMOA tshirt that i had cut to fit him (HAHA)
he was standing on the road.
a rubbish truck was approaching the street he was in
I started screaming his name BLACKIE!! (hhaha i named him when i was 7)
the rubbish truck stopped in the middle of the road, to avoid hitting him
by the time i got there, i noticed his paw was stuck in the storm drain, so i wriggled it out and picked him up to trek up the hill back home
The rubbish guys were in fits of laughter
my dogs name, his tshirt, my outfit, my screaming and barefoot running and bed hair and bed face.. we didnt look good as a unit LOL
i get home, pretty chuffed (despite the shame from the rubbish dudes laughing at me).. carrying my dog, like spoils of war in my arms.. and my brother says “OMG you couldve got changed! wft would you leave the house in a nightie, i hope no one saw you”
AHAHA well, they did. and again, i died.