EEEEK!

Today I walked the kids to school with the dog.  I kissed the girls goodbye, and Levi and I had a leisurely walk back to the house (84 degrees, 82% humidity at 7:20 in the morning, gag).  I let Levi sniff stuff, because he's a dog and he likes to sniff and we weren't in a rush.  So when he was very interested in a particular spot, I let him take a look.

It took me a minute to realize there was a shrew lying there that he wanted to investigate.  About the time I realized this, the shrew stopped playing dead.  I did not want Levi to accidentally eat it or kill it so I was trying to haul the dog away from the panicked and chittering little beast.  Levi was scrabbling to play with his new friend, who was trying to bolt into the grass.

Unfortunately, in his uncoordinated attempts to do anything at all, Levi grabbed the wee beastie.  I yanked the leash and the shrew went flying through the air and smacked into me.  I shrieked like a little girl, thinking it was going to fall down my shirt.

Fortunately, the little shrew bounced off and scuttled away and I got my dog under control before I got my heartbeat back to normal.

Nothing like a little screaming on the neighbor's lawn to get your adrenalin up in the morning.