Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Have You Ever Lost A Pet...
Cleaning the inside of the frige AGAIN. Taking things out to the compost, feeding the chickens, carrying dishes back to wash.
Somewhere during this, I have misplaced Yoda. Remember, he was foster dog #2 that I could not live without. Usually he is with me every step of the way. I asked hubby, seen Yoda. No, I was just playing with him and Gen, he was right here.
So I begin the search, every room, feeling all the unmade beds to see if he crawled under the covers, I even checked the dish washer that was operating. What can I be thinking, that I would put a dog in the dishwasher and not notice? I even said a prayer as I unlocked the dishwasher that Yoda was okay. He wasn't in there!
I am calling and hubby is looking. I confess and said I looked in the dishwasher and he confessed to checking the refrigerator. He knows me well!
I started to retrace my steps, those I could remember, I went outside but Yoda did not go...or did he?
Stupid dog! Stupid me! Outside all the time, enjoying the compost pile. Why didn't I look there first?