|Even though I too|
look this sophisticated
in my pjs, I thought
it best to change.
Twin 1 says that Amy is already gone and that he and Twin 2 overslept and missed the bus and would I be able to drive them to school. This is totally not like these guys and I know they must be feeling panicked. I tell them not to worry and that I will be right there. Because I don't want to horrify anyone who is not my own child, I put on real pants instead of picking them up in my pajamas (see, sunshine).
As we are driving to school I have the sinking sensation that there is no way the dogs got taken out for a walk. I could say nothing, because it's not really my problem, but that doesn't seem right. I am supposed to be the adult. So, I say "What about the dogs? Did the dogs go out?" The boys look at each other and I can tell the panic might be back. "No. They didn't." one of them says. Now I know there is no way either of them is going to ask me, but we all know the dogs need to go out.
I say I will take the dogs out. People seem relieved. I ask for the garage code and where the leashes are. I ask are the dogs going to be freaked out when I come in to walk them since they don't really know me and no one else will be in the house. Twin 1 says "Uh, maybe. A little." I rephrase, "Will either dog be trying to chew my arm off?" "Oh! No! Definitely not." Okay, we're making progress.
I get in the house and both dogs come running towards me and let me pet them. These are kind of small dogs, so the fact that they are jumping around isn't too alarming. It's not like they can hurt me or reach anything higher than my shin. (I had to ask, but they are a cockapoo and a yorkie poo) The bigger dog runs right for the front door and lets me get his leash on. The smaller dog, the one that I could just put in my pocket, stands back and keeps moving away. Are you kidding me?!?!
|This is what a |
successful, happy dog
walker looks like.
I get Pocket to follow us back to the front door and I attempt to enter the house. I say attempt, because you know I freakin' locked us out. There is actually a key (my friend Amy is so smart) attached to the leash, but I can't seem to get it to work (Really??? Are you kidding me?). Luckily, I got us all in through the garage.
|Good Dog on left. Pocket on|
right. Pocket seems cute enough,
but he's a little bit evil.
So, based on my benevolence this morning, I am pretty sure I have some karma points I can bank for a later date. I'm sure I won't need them, but it never hurts to be safe.
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