Jenna Aleu
We have a new dog - Jenna Aleu. Jenna or Jen-Jen(named by the two year old) for short. Anyone who has seen the movie Balto should recognize the name Jenna right away. That is the name of Balto's girlfriend, and Aleu is the name of his daughter. You'll need to watch Balto II in order to catch that reference. Before I go into the latest Jenna story (and there are really too many to choose from), let me wander off point a bit by saying Balto is a pretty good movie and the book Balto is even better. It's a true story that gives the background of the Iditarod race in Alaska. This race is run every year in honor of the dogsled teams who, against all odds, got the medicine through to Nome, Alaska to save the town's children from a diptheria epidemic. Very cool movie for any young boy and a great story for everyone.
Onto the real point of this post. My dog tried to kill me today. I take Jenna along with me in the van for a quick pick up at a friend's house. Now, I grew up with a dog and my husband and I had a dog for years before Jenna so I am no novice dog owner. I was brought to the brink today by this particular dog, though. While going down a very large Pittsburgh hill, Jenna decides that she absolutely must get under my feet at that exact moment. The same feet that are trying desperately to press the brake at the bottom of the very large Pittsburgh hill. Jenna decides to sit on the gas pedal while I try to put on the brake. Jenna was winning this latest fun dog competition, so I needed to act quickly. I throw on my flashers, keep one hand on the wheel, and use my other hand to try and remove the dog from under my feet. She rolls onto her back in the classic submissive pose of a dog and wedges herself more firmly onto the gas pedal. I then slam both feet onto the brakes while at the same time use both hands to drag the dog out from under my feet and place her ever so gently on the other side of the van (that might be a somewhat biased memory - it might not have been so gentle). After catching my breath, I take off the flashers, and drive home. Apparently, all that practice of driving while passing a milk cup into the back of the van with a two year old screaming into my ear and a five year old asking when his tape can be put into the tape player paid off today. It might have saved my life.
Onto the real point of this post. My dog tried to kill me today. I take Jenna along with me in the van for a quick pick up at a friend's house. Now, I grew up with a dog and my husband and I had a dog for years before Jenna so I am no novice dog owner. I was brought to the brink today by this particular dog, though. While going down a very large Pittsburgh hill, Jenna decides that she absolutely must get under my feet at that exact moment. The same feet that are trying desperately to press the brake at the bottom of the very large Pittsburgh hill. Jenna decides to sit on the gas pedal while I try to put on the brake. Jenna was winning this latest fun dog competition, so I needed to act quickly. I throw on my flashers, keep one hand on the wheel, and use my other hand to try and remove the dog from under my feet. She rolls onto her back in the classic submissive pose of a dog and wedges herself more firmly onto the gas pedal. I then slam both feet onto the brakes while at the same time use both hands to drag the dog out from under my feet and place her ever so gently on the other side of the van (that might be a somewhat biased memory - it might not have been so gentle). After catching my breath, I take off the flashers, and drive home. Apparently, all that practice of driving while passing a milk cup into the back of the van with a two year old screaming into my ear and a five year old asking when his tape can be put into the tape player paid off today. It might have saved my life.
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