I was very confident that blogging my failures was a great way to connect with others and keep humble. Then as I start my confession, I realize it might also be a good way to invite social services or animal control over. I thought I could ease into this confessing thing, but now I'm not as confident.
Last weekend, we got back from a nice breakfast after a 9AM basketball game and the dog was whining in her kennel. I had let her out to use the bathroom before we left, and knew she was only whining because she wanted to get out and join us, so I felt no urgency. As I came into the kitchen and started to settle in, it seemed odd that she didn't quit whining. I was about to tell the dog to hush, when my older daughter declared from the dining area, "Mom, Naboo is outside!"
I looked up and told her, "Honey, she's in her kennel."
She repeated, more firmly, "Mom. The dog is outside!"
I looked past her and saw that the sliding door was still unlocked. I had left the dog outside before the basketball game. It was in the 30's and rainy, and my ten pound, chihuahua/terrier had been out in it for three hours.
Let me tell you about Naboo. We rescued her about a year and a half ago. She had Kennel Cough, so there was a barrier of caution tape across her kennel. I think that's the only reason she lasted long enough at the ARL for us to find her. She has the patience of a saint. She lets us dress her up (that should be the subject of another confession) and she has tolerated the curiousity and abuse of my younger daughter like a trooper. My husband did not want a dog, so Naboo is 100% my dog - for good and for bad.
God blessed them and said to them, "Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air and over every living creature that moves on the ground." Genesis 1:28 (NIV)