They Made A Break For It

This morning I went upstairs to look at something and when I came back downstairs I noticed that the garage door was wide open. Even worse, the big garage door was open and I just knew my dogs could not resist the temptation to escape so without even looking around for them I sprinted outside and started screaming their names. I mean they didn't even have their dog tags on!! So as I got out to the driveway I saw that they hadn't gone far yet and they were just in the neighbors yard right next to the street. Of course, Bentley never gives much of a fight and I was able to snatch him up right away. Patsy, on the other hand, is a complete different story. Just the other day I chased her around the front yard for 10 mins before I wore her out enough to grab her. I was not about to chase her down the street, so instead I got her to chase me. I acted like I was playing and I ran the opposite direction and she fell right into my trap and followed me right into the house. Good thing for that!!!!

If you're wondering why the door was left open; it's because my husband is challenged in the department of shutting doors properly. This is not the first time he has left the door open, but it is the first time the dogs escaped because of it. Yes, I called him right up and chewed him out thoroughly. But, there is a lesson to be learned here beside shutting the door all the way. I must start making my dogs wear their collars again!!! When we lived in the apartment I made them wear harnesses all the time because it was better for them when I took them out on walks. I took their tags off their collars and put them on their harnesses and they wore them all the time. But since we moved into the house and they go outside by themselves and we rarely take them out on walks (due to their breathing problems), I don't make them wear their harnesses, because I feel like they would be uncomfortable. So now I'm going to dig out their regular collars and put their tags back on those, so in case they do get away some day, they will have some I.D. I felt like a bad mom this morning. I'm just glad they didn't escape while I was in the shower! Can you imagine how far they would have gotten by the time I realized they were gone? They'd be starting in "The Great Adventures of Bentley and Patsy." Geeeessshh. Although on the days I come home to see that Patsy has chewed up my kitchen cabinets, I kinda wish she would run away. No not really. I'm sure my kids will be even worse.

Anyway, on a less unnerving note, I finally got the nursery painted the other night. The color is called "Honey Dew", but it's just a really light green. Supposedly, that's suppose to be neutral and I think it will go good with the Classic Pooh theme I've decided to go with. I was going to try and be very trendy and decorate the nursery in some kind of super modern theme, but let's face it, I'm just not that creative or coordinated. So I went with what's simple and has lots of matching pieces. I also reeeeeeaaaaaallly like the super soft stuffed animals that the Classic Pooh collection has to offer. Don't be surprised if I'm sleeping with Pooh instead of my baby.

Speaking of sleeping, I have to throw this random tidbit in here. Brett is beginning to dislike sleeping with me, because I mistreat him in the middle of the night. I have been guilty of waking up at 3 0r 4 in the morning and feeling like it was his fault I couldn't sleep, so I start kicking him. I really think it's similar to sleep walking, except it's sleep kicking. I don't mean to and in the morning I feel terrible, but for some reason I've done it a couple of times and he gets awaken to my karate kicks. Last night, I didn't kick him, but I stole his pillow. Yes that's right, I took it right out from underneath his head and wrapped it up in my arms and started cuddling with it. Then for some reason I was upset when he snatched it back. Could this be the pregnancy? Is this why my sleeping behavior has become so bizarre? Hmmmmm....strange, but still kind of funny.