We had a visitor to our home last night. Karen was at a Relief Society Presidency Meeting and I had my face buried in the fridge, getting a Diet Coke and a sugar-free Jello treat.
I heard a huge crash in the living room and what sounded like a cat rodeo going full force. I ran into the living room and saw:
1 - A monster (75 - 80 lbs) yellow labrador retriever running around the living room.
2 - He was chasing cats around the room. (He was definitely a "he" as he had the nut sack of a big bull.)
3 - The cats were jumping and hissing and spitting and crashing off the walls and off the back, face, and rear end of the dog.
4 - The screen on the screen door was pushed in. Smashed in. Run through.
He saw me and ran up the stairs.
Before I could run up the stairs to get him, I heard another crash, coming from upstairs. I followed the sounds to my office and found him crashed through my upstairs office window, standing on the ledge, shaking from fear.
I couldn't get him to come in. He surely didn't want to jump. I finally picked him up and brought him in my office.
He took off running to other parts of the upstairs, like a wild animal, and ended up in the guest room, digging under the bed, lifting the bed with his back so he could get to a cat that was under it.
I chased him from one side of the bed to the other, trying to grab him. He had no collar, so there was really nothing to grab.
I finally pushed him out of the guest room and into the family room. He ran to the landing, at the top of the stairs, so I tried to corral him down the stairs. It seems that he was afraid of heights, 'cause he was having none of it.
So, I ran down the stairs to the pantry. Got a weiner out of the fridge and ran back up stairs to try to lure him down. Oh, before I went back upstairs, I saw Karen in the car with the RS President, just getting back from her meeting, and stuck my head out the front door, weenie in hand, and yelled, "Help me get this big dog outta here!" Later, she told me that she told the RS President that I was a crazy man and what the heck was I yelling about a big dog anway?
So, I went back up stairs and started trying to lure the dog downstairs. Again, he'd eat the weenie, but he wouldn't go downstairs. Karen sauntered in about that time and asked what the heck I was doing. I said come upstairs and see.
She spotted the dog and ran outside and got our big dog choke chain. She collared the dog and we dragged him down the stairs and out the front door.
We spent the next 2 hours walking around the neighborhood with him to see if anyone would claim him or knew who he was. No one did, so at about 10:00 PM we left him in the back yard of some neighbors who have two big female yellow labs, who stay in the house.
We told them we'd be back today to try to figure out what to do with our house guest.
I'll do that after I repair the front door screen and my office screen.
