I almost kidnapped a dog today. In my defense, I had just run almost six miles in hurricane force winds, torrential rain, and hail. I was soaking wet, and a little delirious.
After my run, I was driving down West Port Madison to let out Trouble (my in-laws' dog) when I saw my dog, Matzo, walking up the road towards my car. We live a mile up the highway from my in-laws, on another road, so I was quite shocked to see my dog, soaking wet, on W. Port Madison Road. I pulled into a driveway and called to him. He had the look he gets when he's in big trouble (like when he's eaten an entire loaf of banana bread or 1/4 pound of fudge) and wouldn't come to me. I tried coaxing him, squatting down and calling him, opening the back of the hatch and patting it like I do when I want him to jump in, running towards him, running away from him to get him to chase me, but he still wouldn't come.
I was getting quite frustrated when a friend drove up and asked if I was all right. I told her my dog wouldn't get into my car.
She knows where I live and said, "Are you sure that's your dog?"
"Yes," I said. "He looks exactly like him, same exact collar, same tags!"
"I think that dog lives in the house over there," she replied, pointing to the house on the corner.
"Oh," I said, and she drove off.
Sheepishly, I got back in my car, continued on my way to let out Trouble, and drove home. Sure enough, Matzo was in the house, sleeping right where I left him.
I swear, that dog looked EXACTLY like Matzo. Same size, same collar, exact same blue and gold tags. They must be twins.
So, I'm embarrassed to admit that I wasn't exactly clear of the meaning of "doppelganger." When I initially read your post title, all that came to mind was "tallywhacker," which is the term that my grandma used for a boy's, ummm, part. I thought that it was a bit odd that you would be blogging about that, but you never know. :-)
ReplyDeleteThat's crazy!! But...soo funny!
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