WHACK... Again

Missy and I were talking our usual walk around the large block yesterday. As we were rounding the corner, she heard a dog barking but she couldn't figure out where it was coming from. We stopped for a second. The dog was inside a van parked on the side of the road ((don't worry, there were a couple of people in there with it so the doggie wasn't frying or anything)). Missy still couldn't figure it out but it was time to move on.

I tried to get her going and then she did it... again, this time in slow motion, and the worst part is this time I saw it coming but couldn't do anything about it. Missy didn't turn her head all the way around, took a half a step and WHACK! ran neck first into a pole. I BLAST LAUGHED and then covered my mouth as tears started to form behind my eyes. For half a second before it happened I went to yell HEY! but then I realized she wouldn't know why so I didn't say anything, I just braced myself for her impact by gasping. And unlike last time, this happened in the middle of the day and had a witness. Some guy was driving by, heard my laugh, and turned and looked. I don't know what was probably more funny to him, my dog smacking her face into the pole or her owner busting a gut at it. I couldn't even breathe, let alone walk. I almost just sat down from laughing so hard. It is probably one of THE funniest things I have ever seen in my life, mostly because this time I saw it coming. Don't worry the Missaroo wasn't hurt, maybe just a little embarrassed. She seemed pretty happy still, but she did jump on me and push me a bit with her paws, as if to say, "mom don't laugh at me, it isn't THAT funny." Oh but you're wrong Missaroo it was SUPER funny. Love you Shmooie!