I have written this particular post to encourage everyone.....because we ALL have one of those days......
This morning, I was awakened by the buzzing of the alarm clock and immediately hit snooze. I hit snooze three times and after each time I immediately fell asleep again.
There's something about having five boys that enables me to do that.
After the third time, I went about getting ready for church and waking my sons.
Half an hour before we were to leave, I asked Bashful to let Leigh outside in order for her to do her business outside instead of inside.
Outside is always preferable.
I kept an eye on the clock and ten minutes later, I asked Bashful to let her back in.
I should have known he would be in his own world and so he didn't hear me.
Five minutes later, I asked if he had let her in. He said, "Oops," and opened the back door to wake the entire neighborhood.
"Leigh!"
No answer. No running paws.
We had ten minutes until we needed to leave, so I told Bashful and Grumpy to go outside and look for her.
Five minutes later, no Leigh.
I called for that dog over and over. Called her names, too. Gnashed and gritted my teeth alternately while complaining about the dog to the boys.
"Ungrateful....how could she?!.....where'd she go?.....that stupid animal!"
Finally, I had no choice and drove away. I called Doc and informed him of the latest dog escapade. When I asked him if I should turn around, he said no, and we hung up.
Twenty-five minutes later, Doc called me and told me to go back. Our poochie-pooh is an aggressive dog and if she decided to pick a fight with a neighborhood dog, we would be dog doo-doo....so to speak.
As I began to turn the car around, Sleepy and Happy came out of their own worlds to ask what we were doing.
I explained the situation and was dumbfounded when Sleepy informed me that he had put Leigh in the basement.
I pursed my lips and thought to myself, "This is Sleepy we are talking about here. The kid has no concept of time."
"Uh, you mean this morning? Are you sure?"
"Um, I think so," he replied. He didn't sound very sure.
I drove all the way back home.
I went into the house and opened the basement door.
There was that dang dog sitting pretty at the bottom of the stairs wagging her tail.
Yeah.
It was one of those mornings.
This morning, I was awakened by the buzzing of the alarm clock and immediately hit snooze. I hit snooze three times and after each time I immediately fell asleep again.
There's something about having five boys that enables me to do that.
After the third time, I went about getting ready for church and waking my sons.
Half an hour before we were to leave, I asked Bashful to let Leigh outside in order for her to do her business outside instead of inside.
Outside is always preferable.
I kept an eye on the clock and ten minutes later, I asked Bashful to let her back in.
I should have known he would be in his own world and so he didn't hear me.
Five minutes later, I asked if he had let her in. He said, "Oops," and opened the back door to wake the entire neighborhood.
"Leigh!"
No answer. No running paws.
We had ten minutes until we needed to leave, so I told Bashful and Grumpy to go outside and look for her.
Five minutes later, no Leigh.
I called for that dog over and over. Called her names, too. Gnashed and gritted my teeth alternately while complaining about the dog to the boys.
"Ungrateful....how could she?!.....where'd she go?.....that stupid animal!"
Finally, I had no choice and drove away. I called Doc and informed him of the latest dog escapade. When I asked him if I should turn around, he said no, and we hung up.
Twenty-five minutes later, Doc called me and told me to go back. Our poochie-pooh is an aggressive dog and if she decided to pick a fight with a neighborhood dog, we would be dog doo-doo....so to speak.
As I began to turn the car around, Sleepy and Happy came out of their own worlds to ask what we were doing.
I explained the situation and was dumbfounded when Sleepy informed me that he had put Leigh in the basement.
I pursed my lips and thought to myself, "This is Sleepy we are talking about here. The kid has no concept of time."
"Uh, you mean this morning? Are you sure?"
"Um, I think so," he replied. He didn't sound very sure.
I drove all the way back home.
I went into the house and opened the basement door.
There was that dang dog sitting pretty at the bottom of the stairs wagging her tail.
Yeah.
It was one of those mornings.
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