I don't have to worry about bad luck coming my way today because Friday the 13th arrived two days early and here's the saga:
You know how dogs act like they want to do their business on a hotter than h-e-double-hockey-sticks day (like it was two days ago) but quickly change their minds as soon as their paws hit the ground?
Well, that's exactly what happened with Daisy except she decided it would be cooler (literally) to crawl under her friend's deck and stay there for what I thought would be a few minutes. However, the minutes ticked by and it was obvious she wouldn't budge until she was good and ready but I was panicking while asking myself if she was pretending to be stuck, if she would ever crawl out on her own, or if she would dehydrate or worse.
The other reason why I was irritated was because Daisy ignored me while I calmly asked her to come to me (even with treats in hand) and when that didn't work I resorted to yelling (yes, I admit it).
Another factor for my irritation was that I had more dog walks to get to at a specified time and I didn't want to leave her but I had to! To make myself feel better about that I came back to her after every visit. Still no luck.