I don’t know when it happened, but at some point in the evening (I would say during a 13-18 minute span of time) our rambunctious 3 year old pup was, apparently, locked outside…In the rain…in an apartment/townhouse complex. In San Francisco.There was some discussion between Mr Rose and me as to when it may have happened and we were forced to conclude that it was when I took the recycling out front. I heard him say “Lucy, Stay!” and I guess I just assumed she never left the front doorway. (which was stupid because her listening is never a safe assumption).
I should have known something was awry when I sat on the ground and started working on fitting something into a frame and didn’t get harassed by her constant need for attention. I noticed my other (good) dog was acting sort of silly so I took him out back and let him “go potty” as it were, came back in, closed the door- and then continued on with my project. Then lo and beholden! As I sat on the ground I glanced over at the back door (where the blinds are opened enough to see about a foot and half on the bottom) there is my gorgeous little, crazy little, fuckin’ Frisbee super dog wondering what the hell is going on.
“Lucy!!” I said as if she had done something wrong. And she furiously shook her tail-less back side as though to say I WIN!!! Then I went and opened the door.
She was of course soaking wet and excited as all hell and Mr Rose and I felt like the worst parents ever. I did however regret that I opened the door before I got a picture of her.
Save your criticism Citizen, I neither want nor need it.
Anyways, shortly thereafter I went to go babysit two kids But fear not ~ Dear, sweet, indulgent blog , I managed to keep both children within sight and out of the dark night rain for the duration of my evening employment.
