It Just Can't Be That Simple

I have been sick. Horribly ill to be exact, but more about that in another post I have time for. I was feeling a bit better this morning. Massive amounts of sleep yesterday had boosted my energy level to a bit higher than a slug's, so I was feeling good.
Ty went out to wait for the bus, and 5 minutes later he came running in, hysterical, trying to spit out words. I was trying to decipher his crying word like mumbo jumbo, when I began to get the gist. Liberty had gotten loose. I thought he was talking about a truck (thankfully I was wrong), so I strapped Keira into her seat, praising God that Brody and Nate were still asleep, and got her leash and went out in the POURING rain, (because catching an escapee in the sunshine isn't hard enough.)
She was feverishly sniffing the sign post across the street. I approached calmly, quietly, but my socks sloshing in mud and puddles sent her ears up and she bolted. Up. The. Huge. Hill.
Bitch.
I dug deep and ran (again only in sock. Soaked.) up, up, up and spotted her going to the bathroom. Score! I ran like I was in war... special ops, my eye on the target. She finished when I was 20 yards away, and bolted into a yard. Was this my lucky break? As I crept and tried to lovingly call her... come here Liberty, good girl, come on Libby, all the while silently condemning her in my head. We briefly sized each other up. Picture sumo wrestlers circling around each other before one makes the first move, only it was me. And my pint size dog. She made her move, I dove to the side, wide receiver style, trying to make the winning catch. My team lost. Puggle with a Plan:14
Mom in PJs who is still in hibernation mode and soaked to the bone:0
Into the next yard. Ah, but here you see she made her fatal mistake. These lovely neighbors were no fans of grass (advantage me, no slipping in socks.) They threw in a trick too... a gate! A big, lovely gate from which no man (or dog) could gain entry!!! They even threw in another blow, trash! Ha, ha, my wonderful, lazy neighbors who forgot to put their trash those 10 long feet to the curb! Ha! How I love you!
Liberty knew she was defeated, she looked around and weighed her options. Oh sweet victory! The dog slowly hung her head (and tail) and cowered over to her master. Back to her leash, and back down her hill of wonder. We made it down just as the bus was arriving. A smirk rose on Fred the bus driver's face and he shook his head and waved, letting me and my captor cross the street. Ty got to see that Liberty was okay. I stood, soaked mud and grass stains adorned on my sweatshirt and leggings, Christmas striped socks and all and smiled and waved, watching the bus make it's turn around the corner. I then promptly turned around and threw up. This time not because I was sick, but because my body, in it's weakened state, rejected this morning's games. Now it's off to start my day and pray it only gets better from here.