We had quite an interesting weekend at Emert house. First of all, the Coach was out of town doing his coaching thing at some football clinics. Yes folks, it is ALWAYS football season in our house. But we love it, except that sometimes it means missing the hubby/daddy-o. And it also sometimes means mommy is super stressed because the kids use daddy being out of town as an excuse to be
extra sweet to and for mommy (
add sarcasm). Lucky for me this trip was a pretty short one so it didn't mean a lot of time with me and just the kids. And yes I can totally handle my kids alone but the extra hands and sound mind is quite the help especially after long days at work.
Anyway, I am totally off subject in regards to my title. Let me try to get back on track....
Saturday afternoon the weather was nice enough that the kids could play outside a while. I was in
resting a little after my super 10 mile run earlier that morning doing laundry and could see them from the front window so all was good. However, I heard some squeeling and jumped up to see what was going on. The kids were playing with a strange dog. I immediately told them to come in because we don't know the dog, he doesn't belong to us and even though he had a collar on he had no ID so he was still technically a stray dog. The kids were upset and insisted they knew the dog because he was being so friendly to them and that it was ok. We went back and forth a little until finally the kids saw it my way. :) I love being the boss!
Later that day Daddy arrived home and we went about our day. I had totally forgotten about the little dog. He wandered around our yard a little more but by the time we got home that evening from a birthday party he was no longer in our yard. Good. That meant he went home.
Fast forward to the wee hours of Sunday morning. We woke rather early because we heard bedroom doors opening and closing too many times and talking between the kids. It was way too early for them to be up but we let things slide for a few minutes hoping they would at least be quiet so we could get a little more sleep. However, after hearing the door open and close and open and close and open and close more times than it should have at that hour hubby got up to investigate. Upon walking into Peanut's room he found both kids huddle on the bed with a dog. Hubby did a double take as he thought it was OUR dog Sassy laying in bed with the kids.
Nope. He would be quite wrong in that assumption.
And my daughter would be quite sad when Daddy walked that stray dog right out the front door.
Hubby had words with the kids and came back to bed. We giggled and laid in bed a few minutes before it really sunk in that our kids had let a stray dog into our house sometime in the very early morning. What is up with that!?!?!? We had to get the story from Annabelle about how that dog came in, got in, was let in... it was in our house. Period. We wanted to know WHY!
We called Annabelle into our room. The conversation went something like this....
Daddy: "Annabelle, how did that dog get into our house?"
Annabelle :" I don't know. I woke up in the living room and saw him sitting in Mommy's chair. He woke me up because he was licking his privates. I was scared because I didn't know who it was."
Daddy: "Did you let that dog in the house? Did you hear it crying outside and let it in?"
Annabelle:" NO! I got up and ran back to Peanut's room because I was scared. The garage door was open so I think he came in that way. Then I was scared that the dog would poop in the house so I got him and brought him back to Peanut's room and he jumped on the bed."
Daddy: "Annabelle, really!? If you are scared of the dark and want lights left on how could you not be scared when a strange dog is in our house and the door is open? And did you shut the door? Why didn't you come get us when you noticed the door was open?"
Annabelle: "Um.... because I was just afraid the dog would poop in the house and didn't want you to be mad."
Something about this story still doesn't add up. We have an alarm on the doors and they chime when opened. Granted, the outside garage door WAS open but the door from the garage into the house was not. I checked it on my way to bed. Surely if the door had opened we would hear the chimes?
Now, I don't know about you but I don't know a single dog with long arms and working hands to twist open a door knob. Either that was a super dog or my girl tells a super good story.
And don't worry about the dog. He was not beaten on his way back outside. We did NOT keep him because he doesn't belong to us. And since he had a collar we assumed he was from nearby. Someone in our neighborhood (who obviously is kinder than we) has taken the dog in and made "FOUND" signs, so perhaps the owners will be reuinted with him soon.