The dogs and I went outside for a mid evening potty break (them, not me - I’m a bit more civalized thank you!). Stella ran up onto the deck while Rex lingered in the yard. I yelled for him to wrap it up and come in side, as he was just standing there contemplating whatever it is dogs contemplate while sniffing the wind in the dark night air. As he hustled up to the deck and inside, I busied myself wiping his furry little paws off with baby wipes (for the allergies, not some crazy compulsion). A few minutes later, B asks where Stella-monkey is. I run around the house calling her name. Not in her crate, not on her favorite pillow in the office, not anywhere to be found. I had left her outside - alone, cold and in the dark! I’m a forgetful person. I almost always have to run back into the house after I exit because my cell phone is on the table, my lunch is in the freezer, my shoes are by the door. But my dog??? Look at this face!

She wouldn’t survive a night on the streets. I’m so glad she was waiting by the back door. I would have been absolutely heartbroken if she had disappeared! Lordy I hope this is no indication of how I’ll be with human children!