Zombie chase.

I’ve been watching a lot of crime dramas lately.  Really dark, life is ending kind of tv. Considering I don’t read books if a character I like is killed off and I never intentionally see movies that I expect will make me cry, I don’t know why I like these shows, but I can’t get enough.

However, I think my subconscious can.  And has.

I woke up the other morning convinced I needed to prep for a zombie apocalypse. I looked down at my tiny dog – who was snuggled in next to me, and I thought “if the zombies were after me and I was starving, could I kill and eat you to survive?”

Sadly, I’m 98% sure that the answer would be no.

I mean, if the world ends as some of these shows say it will, we are all fucked. 

I am confident in my ability to survive. I’m smart, savvy, fit and a creative thinker. I was the outdoor living skills specialist for three summers in a row.  I can build fire, sleep anywhere and travel light.  I know first-aid, some edible plants and once intentionally went 16 days without a shower.  I could survive without power or technology.

However, my little dog cannot.  She would be my kryptonite.   

Because of the damage to her heart caused by heartworms she got while living on the streets, she doesn’t move very fast. In fact, she might be the slowest four-legged dog I will ever meet. 

Because of her life as a stray, she is terrified of everything.  Lately, that fear manifests itself in barking. Loud quick louder than her size should allow barking.  I appreciate those barks, mostly because when we’re home alone she is quiet as a mouse.  I love that no man will ever enter my apartment unannounced, and no one will ever creep up on me in the street.  But, in a “stay quiet and hidden or you’ll die” scenario – we’d be screwed. 

Also she is hungry all the time.  Like a toddler, she gets very weird and grumpy when it’s time to eat, and there’d be no promise of food in the World After….

My take away from that morning’s musings are two-fold.  One, I need to watch less tv. And two, I need to get a back-pack to carry her in so we can escape on foot.  Zombies be damned, I'm saving my dog.