Motherhood experience

This is my cute puppy dog named Tozer (after A.W. Tozer). This morning I had a very scary, mother like experience. My yard is not fenced in but Tozer is usually really good about staying in the yard to do his business. Every morning after I wake up, i let him outside and he runs around and does his stuff and then comes and waits by the door. Well this morning he was taking an unsually long time so I went to the door to look for him. As I am looking out the door, I see a little white, moving object waaaaaaaaaaaay far away from my yard, across a major street!!! I started freaking out and didn't want to call him because I didn't want him to come running across the street and get ran over. So i threw on outside appropriate clothes, my hair dripping wet from my shower, and took off running down the hill of my yard, hoping to catch him in time. The closer I get, I realize that the little white dog i was seeing across the street was not my Tozer but another white dog. I breathe a sigh of relief but still cannot find my dog. Then I look and Tozer is in the street!!!! By this time I am at the edge of the road and he is in the lane on the other side. I yell his name and tell him to stay because there is a car coming in the lane closest to me. After that car passes, I go out in the road and scream his name to Come because there is a truck drawing ever so near in his lane. Tozer comes sprinting across the road, all happy to see me. By this point I am freaking out and spank him a few times. He has no idea why I am so upset and starts to merrily gallop back to the house. I made him come back to me and disciplined him some more, making sure he understood that what he did was wrong. By the time I got him into the house I was shaking and crying.
Now, I know my dog is not my child and I can't even begin to imagine what it would have been like if it was a child but it definitely provided some insight into the life of motherhood. One, it is so important to make sure that your child obeys you , regardless of whether the training is tough on you as the parent or not. Two, I can understand how some mother's go balistic on their children after a scary experience such as that because you are so shaken up about it and while you are freaking out because you love them so much, they just see you as freakin out. Three, props to mothers everywhere.
Luckily, little Tozer is back safe and sound in the house where he belongs and will have to be put on his chain from now on to use the bathroom until he remembers to stay out of the street.