In 7 years, 2 continents, 4 flights, 6 airports, and 5 addresses, we’ve never lost them…
Today, a day that’s already miserable… I dropped Mulder’s remains off for cremation, a task that was a lot harder than I ever imagined… Crappy weather… AND I was at Physical Therapy (PT) being “tortured”… my phone rang.
Do you own two little dogs? A brown one, and a black one?
Apparently this morning when the gardener came, he either didn’t close the gate properly, or left it open, and Dolce and Vita, who until now have never left the yard unaccompanied, absconded.
Too make it worse, after leaving my PT session half way through, I found them both, in the care of two women, being hand fed roast chicken.
Let’s just say “Father was not amused” when on being called, he was completely ignored. This is one of those instances where it’s entirely appropriate to point out that they’re both now “in the dog house”, literally, and figuratively.
Oliver may very well become an only child!
Argh… Guess I’d better finish my workout at home.
Hooroo!
Outside the Box - breadcrumbs from a random mind... 
My titus snuck out of the yard last week to swim in the (muddy smelly) creek. I got him back, bathed him, only to catch him trying to sneak out again a few hours later. I told the kids he was “in the doghouse”, and my little one went over to the plastic doghouse we have (holds the outdoor dog toys), looked in, and said, “no he’s not!”
Then I started singing “he’s in the doghouse now” to the tune of “in the jailhouse now” (think o, brother where art thou) with all new dog-o-centric lyrics. They’ve been singing it all week.
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It’s good to know I’m not alone. We make up silly pet related songs here too.
Madness is apparently inherent for those who have children whether they be two legged or four. 😉