I know what it is to worry about one of your “kids”. Comet welcomes me as I get home tonight. There’s just something odd I didn’t realize at first. Where’s Dexter? I soon find that he’s not stuck in the garage. He’s not closed in the bathroom. He’s not laying out dead in the backyard – at least I should have seen him when I looked as the yard is not that big.
But you come home: no note, no sign of a struggle, and no door left ajar. The refrigerator is still full which would have been an obvious clue a few years ago when the kids came by. At least with a dog, the car that was at home when you left is still at home when you return. WHERE did he go? I know Dexer doesn’t take off so I presume my middle son, Tommy came down from LA for the day and took him. There are NO leashes where I left them this morning. I may be a little forgetful, but they were on the closet doorknob next to the front door.
It ticks me off. Now I am concerned. I can only think that one of my sons – not the one in the Army and not the nurse — which leaves the one. Darn it. I will go across the street to ask my neighbor. Dogs are so much more predictable. Now I have to play it cool. And I cannot take Comet for a walk – as BOTH the darn leashes are missing!
I may not be jewish, but I am thinking that I should find him a nice jewish girl. Someone who can keep him happy, keep him busy and keep him out of his parents house while they are away.