Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I got a call

My poor, poor husband. I can tell he's really unhappy at Fort Walters right now. He's trying to act like he's not to spare me, but I know he is. I feel so badly because I just want to be able to help him feel better, and there's nothing I can do. I think he's happy to hear that I worked out today. It shows him that I'm trying to get on with my life (which I am). He doesn't want to sit around and worry about me while he's training. He's really a great person. I love him very much.

Okay, so now for something so totally ridiculous that happened to me this evening.

So Josh and I have had a problem lately with our dog Abbey trying to runaway. I guess her life here is so bad that she tries to escape every chance she can get. Anyway, I decided to take her on a walk because we've been having wonderful 70 degree days and I don't want to waste it. Especially in February. So, we're walking and walking and walking... and she starts freaking out jumping all over the place. She manages to get her collar off and then high tails it all over the neighborhood. I'm trying to lure her back to me by exclaiming that the bag of poop I was holding was actually some special treat and to please come back. That didn't work naturally. It took a good samaritan to actually stop his car and call her in. I wanted to whoop her right then and there (I'd never hit my dog!).

1 comment:

  1. Yay, super glad he got to call! That'll make it a bunch easier I bet!

    I simply don't understand why Abbey wasn't interested in your bag of poop. Go figure!


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