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This morning I was standing on a field in the park holding Lou’s leash. I heard someone yell “Get your dog! Get your dog! Get your dog!” and turned to see what was happening. The man yelling was jogging up the hill on the field. Dudley, a larger and more intimidating dog than Lou, was standing watching him.
As he approached us and jogged passed he started screaming hysterically and waving his hands like a maniac.
“Get your dog! I don’t want to get bit! If your dog bites me, I’m calling my attorney! I have one! I live in Lakeshore East! Get your dog!” and on and on
Lou jumped and I lost the leash I was lightly holding. The dogs followed, running from one side of the jogger to the other and I trailed after trying to get Louie’s attention. I yelled something. I think it was “Shut the hell up and they will stop chasing you” but I don’t remember. After we crossed the line of small trees, Dudley turned back but the man continued to run and scream about Lou, still on his heals. Finally, after maybe 100 yards, Lou gave up his pursuit and we walked back.

I’m trying to tell that without any emotion just giving a factual account.

Now that I’ve done that, I have to say…

What an idiot!

1. Chicago is a dog friendly city. If you have an irrational fear of dogs, don’t be the most ridiculous thing around. Of course the dogs were curious of the screaming and flailing arms, they’re dogs.
2. Never in my life have I thought, “I’m not helping unless this guy has a lawyer.” Honestly, what does that have to do with anything? I spoke to one last night. So what? Why would anyone shout “I’m calling my attorney!” in that situation?
3. Why would I care where he lives? How is that relevant? Taken with the previous comment, I’ll assume he was trying to communicate that he was wealthy. Did he think we would cheerfully sit and watch a poor person get mauled by one of our dogs?
4. Fear all 35lbs of puggle furry! Ha. I think it’s funny when anyone over the age of 10 is scared of Lou.

I think my newest suit is a years old, maybe just a little older. I had it tailored big since an ever-expanding waist is the reason I needed a new one in the first place. So how does it fit now? Now, after jogging over 100 miles this year and cutting way back on the beer, it doesn’t fit at all anymore. I couldn’t even button the coat. Damn things cost hundreds of dollars and are rarely worn. It would be easier to just rent a tux when I need one.

One month. One more month until everything changes. Well, maybe not; but, that’s the way it feels. After 4 years of hoping, 3 years of applying and 2 years of night classes it’s almost time.
One month. In one month I need to go from full stop to full speed. I’ve been unmotivated, unproductive, just plain lazy. I need to get all the loose ends tied up: close out my last projects, get a contract for part time work, and prepare for school.
One month. One month to get ready. No more distractions. I’m going to focus at home and at work. I will see the doctor, file the paperwork and finish the bathroom floor. I will start working now.