And Her Name is Tootsie

Sorry it has been so long!

like usual I am behind,

this time it is because I have been packing up

I'm moving into my apartment

FRIDAY!!

I know you are as excited as I am

so I will personally make sure I take pictures to post for you :)

But, the real reason I am posting is to let you in on that little

long awaited story about how dogs

can sense you are scared

So approximately eight years ago

my great aunt and uncle

came to visit

They had a little silver miniature poodle

that looked something like this

(via)

without the bandana...

and bow

sorry,

I didn't get any pictures of this dog

soon you'll know why

and it's not because I didn't blog back then

because I didn't

but I also didn't like dogs 

probably because of one's like this...

So way back when

while I was still a child,

my great aunt and uncle showed up at the door

I was all ready to meet them

until I saw this little dog

so of course, being the little girl I was, I ran to the bathroom to hide

my mom finally came and got me

and told me the dog had been put on a leash

I guess I thought I would be safe

so I vacated the bathroom

and headed to the computer, out of doggy sight

being so scared, I became rather thirsty

and headed to the kitchen for a drink

my mom informed me my brother was going to take the dog for a walk

and it would be nice if I would come outside for a while

I agreed, since the dog was gone and turned to head out the door

well, what my mother had forgotten to mention was my brother had not left yet 

and he and the dog were still there

apparently my brother had let go of the leash to tie his shoes...

perfect timing because as I turned the corner

so did the dog

we had a stare down for about five seconds

and then this happened

(via)

did I forget to mention the dogs name was Tootsie Roll?

not so cute anymore, huh?

well you can bet I dropped my drink and sprinted for the door

so did Tootsie

I leaped from the stairs and into my dad's lap

as she chased me down the hall

I don't think I have ever jumped farther in my entire life

or been chased from my house...

by a miniature poodle...

named Tootsie Roll...

Oh how I am embarrassed.

and scarred.

Never will I ever own a miniature poodle

or a poodle

they are too similar 

and I am a wussy

However, I can proudly say that since then,

I have never had to use my dad

as a protection against a dog...

and that I am right about dogs sensing "scaredy cats"

like me