My name is Deb, and I am a bad dog mom.
It all started last night, when I let Sally outside to do her business. I don't remember what time it was. Somehow I got distracted, human kids have a way of doing that to me, and before I knew it I was upstairs in bed reading the first pages of The Hobbit and trying to decide if I wanted to take the plunge into fantasy world and read the whole thing. The jury is still out. Testimony is still welcome.
The next thing I knew it was 1:30 AM. I usually wake up briefly around that time. Only something was wrong. I could move my legs freely. There was not a dog curled up at the foot of the bed. Uh-oh. At 1:30, Sally is never anywhere else but curled up at the foot of the bed. I got up and walked around the house, checking every place she might be. No Sally. I went outside and called her name. No Sally.
I had a thought that she may have sought refuge at the Cabin/Man Cave. The Hermit and Calvin have been sleeping there lately, just because they can. I went out there, opening the door carefully because I did not want to wake anyone. Sally is a light sleeper, and I thought for sure she would wake up if I so much as touched the door. And I thought the last place she would be was in bed with The Hermit; I thought she avoided him. I looked everywhere else. No Sally.
I was starting to worry, but for some reason I never jumped to grim conclusions. Sally would turn up somewhere, even if she had to sleep out in the 45 degree drizzly night, which was warm for this time of year.
I finally drifted off into sleep again, and woke around 6 AM. Shortly thereafter, there was a voice on our just-arrived intercom: "What's Sally doing out here?"
RELIEF!
It turns out Sally went over to the cabin after I totally forgot she was outside. She went into the cabin when The Hermit woke up in the middle of the night, and slept with him in the twin bed. I did not even think of looking there.
But all is okay, I am thankful Sally is here, and she seems to harbor no ill feelings towards me for my act of outright neglect. I promise I will do better as a dog mom!
5 comments:
Dogs are forgiving.
Friends have told me that they can pick up the Hobbit and open it to any chapter, read a bit and enjoy. I haven't tried it myself.
This is a perfect Thanksgiving story.
:)
Pablo- They are, aren't they?
Lausten North- I liked the quaint writing style in the first chapter, and that, although Tolkien wrote this as a kids' book, the dwarves descended upon Bilbo Baggins' house demanding beer among other things, and that he had kegs of it in his larder.
FC- I was pretty thankful to find out Sally was okay...those dogs sure find their way into our hearts, don't they?
I'm glad Sally's late night adventure had a happy ending.
I let the dog out one night and fell back asleep on the couch. I woke up about 30 minutes later because I was cold and there was the dog shivering outside the patio door--silly thing didn't even bark! I let her in all the while apologizing profusely. She forgave me too!
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