I was working away upstairs in my Psycho Bunny-brand Tie o’ the Day this afternoon, just peacefully minding my own business. Okay, I admit I was singing too, which some will say is not a peaceful sound. Anyhoo… I made the bed. I folded clothes and put them in drawers. I got lost in my chores. Somebody’s dog kept barking up a storm outside, with that high-pitched yappy bark of smaller dogs which I cannot abide to listen to. But on I slaved. I made a stop at the computer in the loft to check my email, and then I got lost in doing that for way too long. That dang dog kept going. But the yapping reminded me that a couple of doors in the house had been squeaking, so off I went to the garage to find the WD-40 to solve that problem, which I did.
After returning the WD-40 to its spot in the garage, I decided it was time to crack open a frosty can of sparkling water and spend some time sitting with Skitter on the couch. But the dog I could still hear barking outside was getting on my top nerve, so I decided I had to go find it and its person before I could finally sit down and relax with Skitter. I wanted to give both the owner and dog a lecture about how to be a good neighbor in the neighborhood by not letting your dog bark outside for two hours, driving the rest of us neighbors crazy.
As I approached the patio door to go outside, there it was! That infernal barky, yappy mutt was in my back yard, right out on the patio—on its hind legs, knocking its front paws against the sliding door to get in as it barked!
Ahoy! It was none other than my very own personal dog, Skitter, herself. I had completely forgotten I had put her outside to potty before I started my round of chores. I have never, ever done anything remotely like that to our little rescue darling before. I make it my business to always know exactly where The Skit has parked herself, and that she feels safe in her environs. It’s my job. Golly, I oughta fire myself.
The poor, tortured thing! O’ the trauma I unintentionally put her through! The horror! The horror! Gee, I feel about a centimeter tall right now. Skitter wasn’t shaking too bigly when she came back in the house, although she was a little hoarse when we howled together as we were reunited. Other than that, she seems to be recovering from her temporary terror just fine. I, however, am still quaking in my cougar-print Sloggers at my enormous mistake.
