The Day My Dog Disowned Me

Man’s Best Friend? Think Again

Closeup of Mollie a curly haired blond Chihuahua/Terrier mix
Don’t let the sweet face fool you!

WARNING: The following revised post features an actual event performed by a professional excessively fearful individual. Accordingly, Bold Blind Beauty must insist that no one attempt to re-create the following activity performed in this article.

It’s 2:59 in the morning when the ear-piercing sound awakens me out of the deepest sleep I’ve had in weeks. Heart pounding, I leap out of bed with a squeak.

Alarm still blaring, Mollie and I (completely weaponless), run out into the dark living room, it’s here in the span of seconds I walk back and forth thinking:

  1. If I don’t disarm the alarm the central monitoring station will dispatch emergency personnel.
  2. If I do disarm the alarm and there is a nefarious something afoot then we’re on our own.
  3. If I don’t disarm the alarm and the police arrive to a false alarm I’ll be embarrassed.
Mollie sitting in the grass after her spa day with eyes closed sticking out her tongue.
Mollie my sweet little Chihuahua/Terrier mix

I make the executive decision to disarm the alarm. I wait. All is quiet now, too quiet. The refrigerator comes on and I nearly have a stroke.

Mollie is looking at me like “really? you got me up for this?” She gives me one more pathetic glance over her shoulder as she walks back into the bedroom. Did I just get dissed by my dog? Does anyone even say diss anymore?

Here’s the thing, I’m a full-fledged scaredy cat whose first instinct in an emergency is to flee. Sadly, if you’re in the vicinity I’ll scream a warning but you’ll need to hustle otherwise you’ll get blown over by my tailwind.

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Author: Steph McCoy

Hi, I'm Steph, a businesswoman, style setter, blogger, and abilities crusader who breaks the myth that “blind people can’t be fashionable.” “Real Beauty Transcends Barriers”

54 thoughts on “The Day My Dog Disowned Me”

  1. Better that it was a false alarm that you can now look back and laugh about……..
    I am sure at the time it was terribly frightful and the executive decision t disarm the alarm, pure torture…… but being weaponless though what may I ask was your intention if there was an snake trying to slide in by the sliding door….. oooh I just gave myself goosebumps…….*sips hot cup of coffee*
    aaaaawe Mollie is cute as a button.. i could eat her…. hmmmm ok that did not come out right, I mean *here* Presents a A Dog Biscuit* witha *World’s Cutest Dog Ribbon* tied round it……

    Ps I sleep with a golf club under my bed in case some one comes at night and wants us to play a round of golf……..

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    1. Hahaha!!!!!!! I”m so glad I didn’t have my cup of coffee yet because if I were holding it I would have spilled it all over me. As far as the weaponless plan…good question and one I didn’t fully flesh out prior to running in the Living room. The real silly thing is I have a container of pepper spray that was right on my night stand, it is possible that I may have grabbed it but I just don’t remember. As for a snake, had there been one I would have ran out my front door screaming. Golf club is a good idea I may have to invest in one.

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  2. Such a cute face, and causing all the panic! But I totally hear you, Steph, I would have been scared myself waking up to shrilling alarm. Glad all was good.♥

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    1. Me too Khaya. Isn’t she the cutest thing? I love her like crazy except for when she’s barking like a maniac but then I remind myself during those times that when I rescued her she was such a timid thing who wouldn’t make a peep. She didn’t even like riding in the car, would sit there shaking like a leaf. But slowly she came to trust me and back when I was still driving she loved riding with me. Animals are such a joy!!

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  3. Getting dissed by your dog… Uh, that´s quite disrespectful…
    All that counts is that you managed the whole situation, so no reproaches whatsoever 😉
    Thanks for the nice reading… happy week to you, Stephanae.
    Aquileana 🌟

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    1. Thank you so much. I agree with you on the 100% it’s so heartbreaking to see owners give up their dogs because the reality of ownership is way more than they expected. Before I retired and I’d have to leave her at home when I went into the office I would feel bad especially when it would storm because she is so afraid of thundering and lightening. Other than the occasional storm she did well as she’s house trained.

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  4. I would have been afraid too. If something like that happens, I have to check everywhere to make sure there isn’t anything I need to be worried about before I can go back to sleep. Your dog certainly is a cute one.

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  5. Did you ever find out what had set off the alarm? The sounds of alarms alone is scary. I’m a light sleeper and wake up at the slightest movement or sound, especially in a new place.

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      1. Definitely not pathetic, Steph! I remember we had burglars in our house when I was 7 years old. Our toy poodle alerted Nana, who stood at the top of the stairs shouting, “Get out of my house!” while shaking her walking stick. What a role model! I keep my fire extinguisher by the front door so that I can spray or concuss unwanted visitors. 🙂

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    1. Oh it was real bad at first. With an overactive imagination it didn’t take long for me to think that someone scaled the building, circumvented the alarm, to rob and kill me. I was beside myself thinking all manner of things. Felt kinda silly when it was all over and done with. Hope you’re having a nice weekend Terry.

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