Well, I did the most horrific thing to date on Friday. After I dropped my mom off at her house (following her blood work), I decided to bring home some take-out. I just got up feeling tired on Friday and really not in the mood to cook when I got home.
My husband, James and I, have two dogs. We thought before we committed to raising another life for eighteen years, we should start slow and see if we could keep a dog healthy and happy. Now we each have a strong bond with a specific dog. My dog, Ryker tends to stay near me, while Ruger is spoiled rotten by my husband.
Usually when I get home, the front door opens and out come my boys to great me. And after a few minutes, we all go back into the house. Well, on Friday, as I worked my way into the kitchen, I assumed that my boys were behind me. As I worked my way to the dining room, with take-out in hand, I noticed a black tail go past the front window.
I distinctly remember thinking to myself, “What idiot would let their dog run loose in the neighborhood?” As I put dinner on the table, I walked towards the window and saw the tail go by again, but this time I noticed a red collar around a very familiar face – It was our boy! I had closed the front door on my husband’s dog, Ruger!
Now, let’s just say that if anything happened to that dog while it was in my care, I might as well move out and leave no forwarding address.
But thankfully, when I opened the front door and called his name, bouncing through the door he came. I felt so bad for actually forgetting to make sure that he had come in that I spent fifteen minutes apologizing to this dog. Of course, he had no clue what I was saying, but after a few squeezes of his favorite squeaky ball …all was forgiven.
There are days when I am amazed that I put my shoes on the correct feet!
(These are my boys ...my husband is the one in the middle, Ryker is on the left and Ruger is to the right - it's such a handsome little family!)
