Malicious intent

Happy 4th everyone!

This is the story of Malice and I.  Malice is my hostess' 9 month old Siberian Huskie.  She is adorable (her picture is on my woefully lacking slideshow on the right).  We were getting along great.  I took her to the dog run and she behaved really well.  I figured since she was so awesome, I can bring her with me on my Washington Park hike (and 8 mile deal).

Friday morning I grab her long leash, poop bags, and snacks and head off to the max train.  We are waiting for the train and everything is great.  Then Malice does this jump and twist and she is out of her collar and off running.  I start chasing her down the busy (for Portland standards) street.  While I may have many sterling qualities, running is not one of them.  But I had no choice.  For 45 minutes I chased Malice around NE Portland.  She nearly got run over a few times.  One of cars that almost ran over her joined in the chase.  Eventually I chased her into a backyard.  The girl from the car hopped out with a package of meat (they were just shopping) and Malice went for the meat.  We managed to pin her down.

The super nice people who stopped were Carlos and Gabby (I think a few of you will find that humorous).  They offered us a ride.  We first went back to the max station and got my bag back (nice that it was still there 45 minutes later) then gave us a ride home.  So instead of a nice 8 mile stroll, I had 45 minutes of panicked running.

Eventually I recovered.  I made it back to T and A's place.  It was T's second 21st birthday party (first one we brought brownies to the Zoo; great time).  This time it was a pub crawl.  I guess the best way to finish off your time in a city is to get trashed in as many places as possible.  I'm heading to a BBQ today then I'm off to the farm.