Monday, October 7, 2013

Open letter to my dogs

Dear Punky Lynn and Stanley Benjamin,

I love you very much.  I don't love you any less now that we have a baby.  You drive me a little bit (ok, a lot) crazier than you did before we had a child, but I still love you. Nap time is not an excellent time for a barking contest.  It just is not.

Here's the thing, an incident occurred on Friday and I need to express my sincerest apologies to both of you. Here are the reasons why the incident occurred.
1. We had a showing at our house during the day so you had to go to daycare
2. Work has been so insanely busy
3. The baby was sick half of last week with a double ear infection and that threw me off my game
4. I'm trying to do too many things at one time
5. It's Jeremy's fault because he didn't remind me

Since I haven't told you guys the story, here is what happened.  I took you guys to doggy daycare near my office in the morning because we had a showing our house. (I know, you like the house and see no reason why we should move. And, you are probably correct.  And, we probably won't move)  I was on the phone with your Grandma when I dropped you off and I was in the middle of a discussion about my new cousin who was just born and was in the hospital. I was very focused on this conversation.  I dropped you guys off, signed you in, you ran off to play with your dog buddies, and I literally ran out the door to get to my car, to run to work and get as many things done as possible.  Still talking on the phone.

5:10 rolled around and I realized that I needed to get out of work ASAP because your Dad and I had dinner reservations and tickets to Wicked that evening.

I hopped in my car.  Called your Dad. Chatted about our days at work.  Your Grandma beeped in, so I hung up and talked to her, then called my sister to hear about her first day back at work...and before you know it...I was home.

I walked in the door.

You guys were not there.

Why were you not at home?

Your Dad looked at me, I looked at him, He asked me, "Where are the dogs? Are they in the car?"

And that's when it hit me, I forgot you guys at daycare.  Clear across town.

And we had 20 minutes to make it to our dinner reservation.

I swear I still love you guys.

I promise I will never leave you anywhere again.

We called, they were able to keep you overnight. You probably had more fun there than at home. There were lots of dog butts to sniff and friendly faces to oogle at your adorable ears.

But still, I am your mama. And I left you at daycare.  I suck.  I'm really sorry guys. Try to forgive me. Even though you don't speak English and have a memory that lasts about 35 seconds and therefore you do not remember this incident.  That's probably for the best.

XOXO,

Mama

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