I took our dog out to go potty last night before we went to bed.
I was looking down at my phone while standing on the front porch waiting for her to do her business when I heard this loud growl. In my peripheral vision I see this big, dark, large dog charging my dog.
I screamed so loud. I was hoping to get my husbands attention who was inside the house to come out and help me save our dog. I was scared to death!
Only to seconds later realized that it was my husband who had a blanket up over his head stretched out between his two arms yelling at the dog.
(He later told me he was trying to scare the dog. Nope, he didn't scare the dog. But he scared me! He took two years off my life!)
I spun around and went inside and slammed the door. I hate being scared! It does something to my emotions that caused me to cry instantly. So I'm sitting in the house sobbing and I can hear him and my daughter outside laughing. They had no idea how bad I had been scared.
When they came inside my daughter gave me a big hug. My husband explain that he truly was not trying to scare me because he knows how much I hate it but he was trying to scare the dog.
I sobbed for a good three or four minutes.
I know it's a ridiculous reaction but I truly hate being scared. I don't watch scary movies. I don't go to haunted houses. I don't do anything that could possibly scare me and cause me to cry.
I did finally gain control of myself. I told my husband (jokingly... kind of) I was mad at him. He laughed "I wasn't even trying to get you!"
That did make it a little bit easier to get over.
Lesson learned. My eyes will never leave my dog when she goes outside to potty at night!