Low moments

I'm watching True Life: I Have Another Life on the Web. One of the supporting people said this:
"You're gonna fail sometimes. That's why they call it The Right One not The Right Twenty." Pretty much the only decent thing ever to be said by a woman smoking and wearing a tie-dyed shirt.

This morning, I played with Radar in the basement and then let her outside. Unfortunately, she didn't "wait" and made a run for it out the door. Sigh. Knowing if she thinks she can get away with it, she'll continue the unwanted behavior, I went outside to bring her in. In sweat pants and flip flops.... on the frosted grass. Obviously, she thought we were playing and ran around like a crazy person. I like to step on the cord and track her so she can only get so far. It's a method. A method that may not be meant for flip flops and slippery grass. The cord slipped, the dog continued to run, I may or may not have been tied up like some sort of livestock. People were walking on the path. I could totally see them watching and judging. "Oh, look at her. She can't train dogs. That dog has so much uncontrolled energy. They are nothing like me and my medium-sized-dog-who-walks-without-a-leash-and-never-jumps-or-attacks-anyone."

That's what their judging eyes always say.

I mean, I started to cry. Partially because the cord cut my foot and it REALLY hurt, partially because I felt like I did when I was a child and people would make fun of me. "Why you hittin' yourself? Why don't you stop tickling yourself? EVERYBODY HATES YOU!"

I was shamed by a mutt.

P.S. OHMYGODIHAVEANINTERVIEWTOMORROWIHOPEIDON'TCRYDURRINGIT.