Late For Work Again
Every morning, from the time I wake up and walk down the stairs to make coffee, I'm stepping over--or on--the dogs. I take them out before feeding them their "wet" food, which doesn't keep them from begging for Pringles as I make Lo's and Jack's lunches. They scratch at my knees while I eat breakfast, and then, after they watch me shower, they lick the water off my ankles.
But around the time I'm applying mascara, they disappear. I never really notice until I have my keys in my hands and I'm ready to walk out the door. This is when I start looking for Daisy and Stella to put them out on the screened-in porch--somewhere they don't want to be. Until today, I could always find Daisy sleeping on Georgia's bed or on my own pillow. I'd put her up and start screaming for the little rat, Stella. I have to search closets, pat down blankets, and look under furniture. She gets better with practice too.
Evidently, Daisy's been taking notes, because today, they both hid. It was 8:35 when I found them--Daisy under JackMan's bed and Stella under Lo's--so far back in the corners I had to crawl on my belly to drag them out by their tails. I had a 9 a.m. meeting to make--and a 40-minute drive to get there.