Reese the Beast

So my favorite, wonderful neighbors/friends are out of town this weekend and I am excited to be watching their dog, Reese.  The boys and I went over a few hours ago to let Reese out and to my amazement he is a strong ass dog.  So I named him Reese the Beast.  We just checked back in on Reese to let him out and play for a bit again.  If there was a camera in the yard we would be the next winners of AFV.  So I got Reese out of his cage, put his leash on, and he darted out the door to chase a bunny. Thank God I was prepared and was able to put on my brakes.  My boys found it funny to have Reese chase them and my daughter found it even funnier watching Reese whip me about the yard. After a good 10 minutes of this Reese began to settle down and start to look a little pooped out. WRONG! Reese once again took off, I did not expect it so I landed sprawled out on the grass as their new neighbor walked out their back door, kinda gave me a strange look then went on his way, as did we.  Okay, so day one no broken hand but a dirty shirt and grass stained knees.  It was a good laugh for me and the kids so that is what counts.  I wonder if Tracey has to go through this type of torture on a daily basis.