er, almost...ok so it's Thursday, meaning, there are support meetings to be co-facilitated. so, I wake up, not really, alright...I schlep to the door and let the dogs out and take my levoxyl (for my thyroid, cuz I had mine removed, why? well, cuz now I have a permenant second smile just in case my mouth is busy doing something else...). And because I can't eat for an hour after I've taken the medication, I dropped back in bed. And ignored the dogs' scratching at the door to be let back in after a minute outside.
colassally big huge mistake.
Ace the hard headed densely built body guy pushed up against the gate
and slithered right out and went exploring. See, Shaddow, my 65
pound lab, she "could" do those things like jump the fence or even dig
below it, or plow through it. But she doesn't. Cuz, she's a
good girl. yes, she is. she most certainly is. my
good girl. yeah.
Ok, so when I realize that Ace is gone from the yard, I slapped my
forehead, ah ninnee, remember? you read that thing about boston
terriers liking to galavant all over and you shoulda been prepared for
So after I get dressed, I drive to one neighbors'. These folks
are the ones who COOK for their upteen lovable dogs. My dogs eat
better when I'm not around. They make me feel like I'm such a bad
mom. Sigh, it makes me wonder, what I would be like as a "real"
mom with human children....surely i would cook for THEM.
Ace wasn't there. Or maybe he was and was hiding. But none
of the other bigger dogs had seen him. They all agreed on that
point. By the time I got back to my car, after having been
re-aquainted with 8 large mix breeds, whose names I know, but not to
whom they belong (I just hear my neighbor yell the names out when he
drives his moble up to get the mail....they live like 2 miles
away....and his moble is so sharp, I have no idea what it is, sorta
cross between mmmmm golf cart and four wheeler...and he is in his
70s...wow dude), I drove slowly home and then drove down the other way
towards the other neighbors'. As I am driving, I am being a good
christian, praying cesslessly. Then, I glance in my side mirror,
and bounding like a little frisky puppy, is Ace. And 2 of the
neighbors' puppies. They're new. The neighbors, I mean.
So, I stopped the car, put it in park, opened the door, and said, "Ace,
getcher butt in here" which he promptly did. I backed
carefully and turned around and started to tell him all about how he
can't just up and go somewhere cuz it scares momma. I think he
was rolling his eyes. It's hard to tell with a boston terrier,
cuz their eyes protrude some anyway, so I guess he coulda been blinking.
Anyway, I put a homemade little harness and leash on him.
Sooooooooo cute. And got a few chew toys. And attached him
outside. So I could go co-facilitate and not worry about Ace
cruising the neighborhood again.