Wrestling with a Giant

My shoulders are still aching from the wrestling match I had with my Rottweiler Alfred last Thursday. I let him out of his cage so he can walk around the house for his much needed excercise. But much to my annoyance, our kittens, who I put in our roof to keep them safe from the giant dog, don't have the sense to stay there. So imagine this giant breed of a dog going in top speed to catch this little kitten. I was in panic and honestly, I didn't really think when I joined in their "battle." I was trying to prevent Alfred from eating my kitten and I put all my efforts in prying him away from the poor thing. He doesn't have a collar so I have to put my arms around his neck to try drag him to his cage which is like 5 meters away. I was close to crying. He is so strong and he refuses to budge his eyes trained on the kitten who is hidding under the table. It took all my strength to drag him to his cage but the darn mutt won't enter his lair! So I have to drag him to our bodega only to have him escape yet again. I finally won the battle when I was able to get hold of him again and ribboned the hose on his neck to hold him. I then grab hold of the scared kitten and toss her inside the house for safety. Only then did Alfred came back to his senses and allowed me to lead him to his cage with a cup of food as bait. Only then did I remember I was pregnant. Good thing, Alfred didn't attack me when I started meddling with him and his "dinner." After the wrestling match, my hubby arrived and was really surprised to see me in this dishieveled form. He said I smelled like the dog. Well, good thing baby is safe after all that activity.