
The dumbest thing that Chow Chow ever did took place one afternoon when he escaped from the backyard. My dad of course jumped in the car to go looking for him. Well actually he drove an old U.S. Postal Jeep (pretty cool when we were kids!) I'm sure anyone with a mailbox knows that the Mail vehicles aren't exactly quiet. So off he goes up and down the nearby streets calling "chow...chooooooooooow" Finally he sees that huge lion of a dog trying to run for home. (I think in his mind he was convinced that if he could just make it home first, he would be able to play it off as if he hadn't ever left) And, I'm sure he sensed that he was in big T.rouble!
So pictures this, the dog starts running for home, but he's turned looking at my dad, thus not watching where he's going. Up ahead is a fairly busy street with only a two way stop. The stops signs just happened to be on the street they were on, not for the oncoming traffic. As he nears the intersection, my dad is starting to sweat bullets that he's going to be hit by a car and he'll have to explain to his young children why they no longer have a bear living in their backyard.
But instead of being hit by a car, the lucky driver with unlucky timing was hit by my dog. That's right, he ran smack dab right into the drivers door of a passing car. It knocked him back a few feet. My dad once again worried he'd be hurt. But Chow just got up, shook it off and ran home to lay on the front porch as if nothing had every happened. Tongue slobbering all over the place and all. Good boy Chow!
My dad, obviously not thinking, drove home, parked the car, got out and let the dog in. The victim...oh she watched the whole thing, drove up behind my dad and told him he'd be paying to have her door replaced.
Good boy Chow.
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