Puppy Mama Gone Wild
Went to let the dogs out (after shutting all of the doors upstairs so that they could not run back in and hide under a bed). Only Buster stood there. Because he is stubborn and only stared at me as I asked him over and over "where is your sister?" I ran through my house looking for her.
She had tucked herself in behind the door in the bathroom. In truth, she looked pissed when I found her--like I had dared to interupt her nap.
I was so relieved (I thought maybe J had let them out before he left and not let her back in) that I played dutiful mommy and carried her downstairs. She does love to be carried.
Damn dog.
Made Mama's heart jump up into her throat.
Dear God, I have already turned into my mother.
Could some one pass me a sedative? I feel a case of the vapors coming on.