Dogs or Tweens?

One night my husband and I were watching T.V., and to no one's surprise, I fell sound asleep in the lazy boy.  Being the loving man that he is, my husband covered me up with a blanket, and decided not to disturb me on his way to bed.  A few hours later, I felt a cool breeze.  When I came to, I realized it was February and became completely startled that I was feeling wind on my face.  When I looked around, I realized the back door was wide open, and all three of our dogs were no where to be found!  Bolting up in a shear panic, I yelled for my husband.  Just as startled and unnerved as I was, he ran outside to search for them.  I could hear him calling and calling their names, and the longer I sat there, the harder it was to remain calm.  About ten minutes later, I heard the door open and all three of our dogs came charging in.  Relieved and ready to tackle them with hugs, I stopped dead in my tracks when the stench of wet dog overfilled my nostrils.  My husband came inside our apartment shaking his head which is when I put two and two together.  The dogs had sneaked out in the middle of the night to go screw around in the pond in the back of our complex!  I don't have children yet, but this must be how a mother feels when she catches her child coming home in the middle of the night after staying up half the night worrying because it was two hours past their curfew.  Lesson learned; my husband and I always double check the dead bolt on the back door to avoid the wind from allowing our silly animals dogie freedom in the middle of the night!

Puppy-hood Memory #2

One day after coming home from work, I found my dog sitting at the door.  He was gazing up at me with his ears tucked back.  His whole body was vibrating because his nub was wagging so hard!  I looked around my apartment, and realized he had behaved outside of his pen all day!  Well, so I thought anyways.  Keep in mind, my dog in the previous weeks had destroyed an entire couch (and that is a story all by itself).  I was overjoyed!  I couldn't believe that finally my dog was growing out of his puppy-hood madness.  I kept looking around my apartment for evidence of bad behavior, and could not find anything.  Then, I remembered!  I went down to rub my dog's belly to reward him for his good behavior, and soon discovered a sticky red and white mess on his neck.  I had thrown away a dessert that morning that had gone bad.  My dog had decided to help himself to the trash can without knocking it over, and flipped the lid all on his own.  Now the question is, if I would of thrown away that dessert earlier, could it have saved my couch?  Who am I kidding?  I highly doubt it!