Funny Update

Sorry I've been gone so long, I've been sick. But that's not the funny update. The update is about Rocket, the dog from across the street.

This happened last Wednesday, the same day I posted the story about Rocket. That afternoon the doorbell rings and it's the woman who owns Rocket. She has some potted bulbs (hyacinths, my favorite!) and a thank-you card. She was so grateful that I took care of Rocket and just went on and on. They really are very nice people. Because the door had been opened, Daisy was just sure she had to go out. So I made Donovan take her out. All of a sudden the door slams open, Donovan literally falls through it and he is just sobbing. He's yelling, "Rocket's here, there's a dog fight!" I can't hear anything over him so it obviously can't be that bad, right? I can see he's still hanging on to the leash so I tell him to just bring Daisy in and then it will be over. He pulls as hard as he can and nothing happens, so I have to go out to help him. I haul Daisy in and Rocket follows her up the steps. This all happens right after school gets out so I don't want to just leave Rocket out there, the high schoolers drive like maniacs. I need to just clip a leash on Rocket and take her back home, easy enough right? Except that I'm wearing my green flannel pants with the reindeer on them and they have a hole in the knee. No way am I going out in those. So what to do with Rocket? Since it's me, and I'm slightly crazy, I let her in the house. Yup, two dogs that don't know each other that well and four kids (Leah was here that day) running around like idiots because something new and exciting is happening. I ran upstairs, changed into jeans and took Rocket home. I think they've learned because Rocket isn't being left out in the backyard alone anymore! I thought it was absolutely hilarious Rocket was back over not five minutes after her owner was over about the last incident.

Not so funny is that when Donovan took Daisy out he decided to wear my tennis shoes because he is too lazy to put his boots on. When Rocket came running over, he started running across the yard and lost both my shoes in the process. I didn't know this until he said something about having cold, wet feet. I went out to look for my shoes and found one, half buried in the snow. I've looked and looked and still have not found my other damn shoe!

P.S. I just realized I am wearing the green reindeer pants again, let's hope nobody comes to the door!