To anyone who was in the vicinity of my house Wednesday night,
I'm sorry for letting my big dog go on a running rampage through the neighborhood. To the lady with the stroller across the street, I'm sorry my dog scared the crap out of you and I'm sorry I came running over screaming my guts out for you to grab him. I'm sure the last thing you wanted to do was grab him.
I'm sorry he ruined the soccer game going on in the park but thank you for playing with my little boxer puppy while I continued to chase down my sled dog (he's fast, get it?). I hope you weren't disgusted with my ugly brown sweat pants, fuzzy pink socks, and severly mismatched sweatshirt. I would not normaly go out in public looking like that. For the people eating at the pavillion, I'm sorry my dog begged for your food, but thank you for being there, otherwise he never would have stopped running. At least he is well behaved when he wants food!
Hopefully we can all meet again under different circumstances.