I headed north through the alley and spotted her running north on 20th Ave. I followed her as she tore down the street (literally, I was driving fairly fast and she was flying ahead of me). She ran through our neighbors' yards, terrorizing the early dogwalkers and regular walkers. She ran up to some poor lady's fence and started going nuts at her dogs - she tried to control her dogs and I kept yelling "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't catch her." Oh, I was in my PJs to make it even better.
After terrorizing those dogs, she was off again, running over to Sibley Park. Immediately, I spotted a big problem - a woman walking two dogs with a stroller. Matty of course saw them too and off she went. The woman yelled very loudly at Matty, and I again was shouting, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, she won't hurt you" and the poor woman said, "yeah, but my dog WILL hurt her." I think I mumbled something like, "well, she pretty much deserves it at this point." The poor woman's baby was screaming at this point, but she kindly offered to help me by giving me her cookies to tempt Matty. Matty didn't buy it and she continued to run off through the entire park.
Fortunately, B pulled up at that point, and she managed to corral Matty - I'm guessing Matty was tired by then, as she really was running fast and she ran a long way. Plus, she just listens to B more than me. I was quite relieved that B caught her, as I was really scared she would be hit by a car. She doesn't really stop to look for cars - she just runs. I saw her fly through intersections where cars were coming. Yikes! I really, really didn't want to see our dog killed this morning (or any morning or time for that matter). So, knowing B had her was a huge relief.
We all headed home and tried to calm down (it really stresses B out too, to the point where she becomes ill). After a little while, Matty tried to make peace with us by cuddling, but I wasn't having it yet. I love her, but I wasn't too happy with her. I'm sure our neighbors weren't too thrilled either. I thought about posting a general "missed connection" on craigslist apologizing to all she might have run into - especially the poor woman with the baby. I'm really sorry folks!
Later on in the day, I received flowers at work. The card said, "I'm sorry. Love, Matty." How can I not forgive the dog after such a kind gesture (thanks B, that was very sweet and very cute of you to do)? I really do love that dog, but boy is she a challenge at times. I'm not sure why she loves to escape so much, as she has a good life with us (right now she's completely sacked out on the couch next to me - guess that run WAS tiring), but it's something we have to live with - it's just who she is. And we wouldn't have her any other way. :)