running away

Yesterday, I was going out the front door to move a water sprinkler. Zailey was by my side, trying to sneak out. I was doing a good job of blocking her and my focus was entirely on her. Milo took off like a shot out the door. In my panic to get him, I rushed out the door and forgot to block Zailey. Both dogs were now loose.

The runaways were running across the yard and playing. I was calling for them, but they didn't care about me. I rushed back in the house and got their treat bottle so that I could shake it and lure them back home that way. The treat bottle half worked on Zailey and I almost caught her.

My wife had gone for the big gun. She grabbed a bag of high quality treats. Zailey was easily lured by that and was soon in the house.

By this time, Milo had crossed the street and was running all over the place. He payed no attention to me as I followed him and called after him.

I chased him between two houses into their backyards. Milo was looking all over the place, but wasn't entertained. A barb wire fence was behind these two houses at the property line. Beyond that was acres and acres of pasture. Milo came close to the barb wire several times, but didn't seem to have interest in navigating the prairie grass beyond. I was glad for that.

Soon, Milo was tired from his run. He just stopped to let me walk right up and pick him up. I carried him home out of breath from hollering at him and now having to walk uphill.

Lately, my schedule has been running away with me. I can't keep up. I've had to cut some of my writing time down.

While I hate to cut writing time, I am using some of that time in getting more marketing things done. My word count may be down, but hopefully my overall writing career is gaining.

Then again, maybe my imagination is running away and I only imagine gains in being an author. I guess I better chase after my imagination like I chase dogs. I'll catch it sooner or later.