They tell you to never wrap a lead line around your hand when you're leading a horse. They tell you it can result in disastrous things if the horse decides to bolt. What they don't tell you is that if it happens on a much smaller scale, let's say with 2 large dogs, hilarious things can result, too.
I actually didn't mean to get the dog leashes (my mom's dogs, not mine) wrapped around my hand. They were jumping around so much, excited to see me, that I was more concerned about getting their leashes on and getting them out of our friend's house. I got both leashes in one hand, a tangled mess, and pushed open the door in a hurry. I was trying to say bye to the kids, my muscles braced against the taut leashes, but the dogs only had eyes for my mom.
They pulled, I dug my heals in a little, trying not to slip on the wet grass as I waved with my free hand. They relented momentarily, doubling back towards me in their excitement, trying to figure out who they were more excited to see. Not a second later they dug in and charged towards my mom.
I, instead, flew.
I swear it was just like the movies: the slow motion dog gallop, tongues flapping in the breeze, I partially vertical, arms outstretched, no connection to the ground but the intense urge to kiss it with my entire face.
I did manage to untangle the leashes from my mangled pinky as I limped towards the car, but by then my mom had already unclipped their leashes. I'm still not sure how she managed to do that between laughing and gasping for air to continue laughing. In her defense, I was laughing, too. Despite a nicely purple and broken pinky, I found the entire thing quite hilarious. In fact I still do. I will, however, make sure I have on leash in each hand. I think had it been just one dog, I would not have had such an intense urge to fly.