'Dogged' & Grossed

"Where are we going?"

"Aahhhhh tell ussss!!!"

Hubby, as usual, told the kids that we would go somewhere, but didn't say where exactly. Of course, this sparked the ultimate curiosity in them, especially because the day that he said it, we didn't end up going there.

Today however, we did, and when we did get there, I think S was pleasantly surprised.

She has been lamenting over not getting to ride horses or touch or pet them for ages. Her love for horses seems overwhelming, and not wanting to deprive her of the opportunity, I googled horse-riding lessons in Columbus, Ohio.

We had missed the spring session, and I was hoping we could join the summer session, albeit being 30 dollars more in cost. In short, we signed her up today, onsite, since the owner is pretty bad at replying emails and returning phone calls. We decided to just go there and sign her up.

Hubby got out and tried to find the owner, who was working in the barn, and from our van, we could see a little dog following him, sniffing his legs.

"Look at the dog!"

"He's following Abi!"

Hubby came back and said that the summer session is still not filled, and I went with him to ask the owner some questions about paraphernalia for S to wear to the lessons. As soon as I reached the table where the lady was sitting, and this was outdoor, not indoor, out of nowhere, two dogs the size of a very small ponies greeted me with their snouts. Two smaller dogs followed suit, and on reflex, I screamed. I truly screamed, and upon instinct, I moved away from the, which only made them dog me more, whcih led to me screaming more.

As I moved away, I whimpered for hubby to come to my rescue, but he merely stood watching me and said,

"Don't run. If you run, they'll go after you."

Backed against the wall of the building, I held on to the forms, looked at the van, which contained the kids, while the four dogs sniffed me. I couldn't seem to stop screaming. of course the owner called them off, but I had already made a fool of myself.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not used to dogs," I said to her, thinking that she might be offended at my response to her gentle dogs.

"Oh, I'm sorry too. They won't hurt you, but in the beginning they can be pretty obnoxious."

We managed to sign S up for riding lessons, which will commence June 17 inshaallah, and when we walked back to the van, which had the door open, we found the great hound returning from our van.

"Did you all laugh at me?" I asked the kids.

"You screamed!"

"The hound came and sniffed Abi's crutches."

At home, I asked the kids again.

"Did I look silly screaming like that?"

"Yeah, you were standing with the papers in your hand, screaming!"

"Oh yeah, what would you have done if it was you?"

"I would have just stood there," replied S, and N nodded.

"How about you, H?" I asked H, who was busy playing a game on the computer.

"Err.. I don't know," he said, without looking at me, but I could see his cheeks bulging from a smile.

"H was chased by a dog once at the park. He ran and screamed," S said, laughing.

"When the hound came to the van, H hid in the trunk."

So! H jumped to the back of the van!

"I think, if it was him, he would have made his roller coaster face and screamed like mad," I said, reminiscing his roller coaster face when we went on the Calypso at Cedar Points a few years back.

Apparently, my fear, tendency to chatter, and squeamishness when it comes to the inner human body have all been passed down to my first son.

Hubby's MRI results showed an ACL tear, and I googled the surgical procedure on Youtube. When I found it, I called the kids to watch. H, being 'me' ran off shrieking, covering his mouth, when the animation showed a long metal stick being inserted into the knee. N remained beside me and watched it without so much as a cringe. S wasn't there, but for the rest of the evening, I went after them, describing the procedure as grossly as I could as loud as I could, while S and H screamed as loud as they could to drown out my voice.

Suffice it to say, I really had fun grossing them out.

"And they would drill the bones...drrrrrrrr!!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!"

"Okay, okay,..come..get ready for maghrib."

"Aaaahhhh!!"

"I'm not saying anything!"

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"I'm done."

...

"Ooh this big metal stick, they stuck it through the knee..."

"AAAAAAHH!!!!"

That's for laughing at me, kids.

"They would slice out the tendon and then staple the tendons together..."

Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!