Growing WarriorsJust your typical family…

I got $150. Whoo hoo. Diesel the dog got out. The guy buying my goods was coming into the house, and I was holding Diesel back. After he got in the house and started to reach for his wallet, I let go of the dog, but then his wife started coming in! I didn’t even know she was back there! No knocking or anything, and the dog took off! SO, the wife starts to run a bit after him, but these folks are older and she doesn’t make it very far. The husband keeps telling me to stay with the kids. THEN he yells at the wife to get in the house and stay with the kids and for me to get in the car and we would go get him. I hesitated, but it was clear that these were friendly grandparents and we would only be gone a second. They certainly didn’t orchastrate this whole thing so they could abduct me and and live in my house with my kids. Allison and Meredith were out there with us in our initial attempts to retrieve the dog, but Lydia was in her highchair naked (this is another post) and eating. SO I jump in the car, hollering that there was a baby in a highchair in the kitchen. We drive up and down the neighborhood, asking folks if they’d seen a speed demon running past them. I was just telling the husband that we should just forget the dog and head home because I felt uncomfortable leaving my kids with someone they don’t know, when we finally catch sight of Diesel running down the sidewalk of a side street. We take off after him (boy that dog is FAST), with me calling him from the window. He won’t stop for anything! So we go really fast to get in front of him and then stop, and I open the door and call him. Well he just can’t pass up the opportunity for a nice car ride, and hops in. We head back home. The kids are telling this woman our entire life history, and she has Lydia sitting in her lap wrapped up in a blanket, saying that Lydia has calmed down now, so apparently Lydia didn’t like the idea of mommy leaving her in the kitchen and a stranger coming back to watch her without mommy even saying goodbye. I feel bad about that. But it all worked out in the end, I guess. The dog is home, the kids are ok, and we have a cool $150 to blow on comic books and neck-ties.

Lets just not think of the what-ifs, ok?

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