This may be one of those stories where you have to be there to see it; but I'll try and tell you.
My friends and I go to Panera Bread to study and hang out, on Tuesday nights. I decided to take Tim and Texas to the dog park, so Tim would be tired while we were "studying"; Bubbles of course came along....just because, but she stayed in the car.
The last time we came, Tim sat in a corner, and refused to move, but this time, he had a ball :D It was fun to watch him, get to romp and run!
After that I headed to Panera; being a college student as well as a puppy walker/SD trainer, I find I carry a LOT of stuff with me; so I find a parking space, and am gathering me laptop, camera, putting Tim's harness and leash on, getting my school books and block Texas and Bubbles from getting out of the car. Texas is little, and can duck into little spaces, before I knew what was happening, Texas was out of the car and running into the street!
I immediatly start calling for him (which of course he doesn't listen too) and trying to get Tim and Bags back into the car. Tim (of course) decided he didn't WANT to get back in the car; so I wound up just shoving him and slamming the door.
In the meantime Texas was chasing a woman walking by, and checking out the neighboring gas station. Thankfully no cars drove down the road, and I was able to grab him. *BIG SIGH OF RELIEF*
Tim and I was again, gather our things, and leave the car sucessfully. So we're sitting in the resturant, I'm reading my thick Assistance Dog Manuel, chatting, etc... When all of the sudden, a guy gets on the loud speaker and says:
"Will the owner of the blue car, parked on the side, please go check on your dog, he has his head stuck in a Doritos bag".
OF course its me, I jump up and start hurrying outside; I wasn't too concerned because I was thinking that he (of course it was Texas) had his head burired in a chip bag...though I couldn't remember what chip bag I had in the car.
On my way out, a lady out front, stopped me to tell that he probably couldn't breathe....I'm going.."yes he's probably eating his heart out", she's going "He probably can't breathe!"
By this time I'm outside and I ran to the car and peered in.
Texas was sitting on the seat, his head firmly stuck in a Canine CarryOut treat bag, crying his eyes out.
I will admit it was the most mournful little howl ever; and I about died laughing.
I reached in and pulled his head out of the bag, and then went back inside. You would have really had to be there to see him, sitting on the seat with his bag head pointed at the ceiling howling.
It was funny.
But I am glad that someone saw that, becuase who knows how long it would have been before I went out to check on him!
Alls well that ends well :D