Miku, my little love.
Outfit Details:
romper: thrifted
cozy cardigan (I’ve been living in this): courtesy of LuLu*s (get 15% off your order with code KEIKO)
Coach bag – courtesy of Coach
Seychelles Hawk wedges – courtesy of Seychelles
tights – we love colors
I had the utmost scare a dog lover could imagine: Miku ran into traffic and almost got hit. I’m shaking just typing this, even though it was two days ago. Bobby and I were taking her to the dog park near the bridge, and while he retrieved the car from the opposite side of a busy avenue, Miku and I waited. I was chatting with a girl about Miku; she told me she had a dog just like her and wanted to know if I would breed her (she is spayed – spay/neuter your pets!). As we were talking, Miku got frantic with worry over Bobby’s absence. When we’re not home and one of us makes an exit, she gets really upset and anxious. Her gentle leader started to slip up as I held her back, so I stooped down (with two bags and a drink in my hand) to fix it. She took that opportunity to quickly wriggle out and went darting straight for traffic, heading toward Bobby.
I ran straight after her, screaming and flailing my hands for cars to slow down. Though they would have had time to slow, not a single one even tried. Both Miku and myself were nearly hit not once, but at least three times. I don’t know if I would have been able to save her if it wasn’t for the girl I was talking to, who bravely and selflessly helped me corral her. Thankfully, she was a little more level-headed than me and didn’t risk getting hit, but still…I can’t even begin to thank her enough. When I got Miku and brought her back to the sidewalk, she was trembling. I was shaking like crazy and a hysterical mess. I couldn’t manage to get anything more than a sincere “Thank you” out, but I am forever grateful for the girl who helped me save my little pup. Miku is my life. My animals mean the world to me and Miku is my heart. I’m crying just thinking about this, how I could have prevented it if I had her collar on tighter, how she came so close to being run over.
Bobby and I carried her the rest of the day, save for when we were near the water on the secure promenade and in the actual dog park. Even in the park (which has double gates to prevent escape), I was a wreck. When she even went near the fence, I called her over to me. She was over it the second we were in the park with other dogs, but I’m still a nervous wreck. We went and got her a harness, and I’ll now be walking her with both the harness AND a gentle leader, because I’m crazy. Two leashes until the harness proves its worth (I got a sturdy one).
It’s that fluffy hair. It makes the collar seem so much tighter than it actually is; she’s really quite small, save for the hair.
I’m forever grateful that I’m able to report with a happy ending. I’m also pleased to know that I will, without a doubt, risk my own life to save my dog’s. That’s love. I know she’d do the same.
p.s. I did post a craigslist missed connections to thank the girl, since some of you asked:)p.p.s. I don’t know if you noticed, but I have a partial black eye (my right) from my cat. I was holding Lacy and Bobby sneezed, which freaked her out. She accidentally clawed my eyelid, near my tear duct (hurts like a mother) and near the other eye. She left my right eye looking like I got punched!