DW is typically out the door for work around 6:30am and returns around 6:00pm. He calls me every day between 4pm and 5pm to see if I need anything from the store and to see how my day went. Obviously to test the waters and determine if he should bring chocolate or not.
Tuesday was no exception.
“Hey honey, just calling to see how your day went.”
“The kids had a great first day of school! And they’re even willing to go back tomorrow.”
“That’s wonderful. What about you? How was your first day?”
“You won’t believe it; I rescued a dog today!”
“You what? Rescued a dog?”
“Hey, did you hear mom say she rescued a dog today?” shouted one of my eaves dropping children.
“I was driving to my friend’s house and then all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him dart across the road right in front of my car. I had to totally slam on the breaks and swerve to miss him, but I did and then when I parked my car on the side of the road, he was standing right next to my door.”
“Really? So you got out?”
“Yeah, I opened the door and his ears laid down flat, and his whole body started shaking and his tail was wagging like crazy. All I said to him was ‘ you okay sweetie?’ and he ran right up to me and was kissing my face and dancing all over the place.”
“Huh, and you weren’t scared he might bite or something?”
“No – he was really friendly, but obviously lost. He was covered in debris and was a little stinky. He had his collar on so I just called the number. Someone answered right away and I told them I found their dog. His name was Chalupa, isn’t that cute? They didn’t even know he was missing!”
Notice how I do most of the talking? That’s pretty normal.
“Wow, I guess it’s a good thing you found him. How did you get him back to the owner?”
“I just picked him up, put him in the car and drove him there.”
“Wait, you picked him up?”
“Honey, how big was this dog you rescued?”
“Well, he was probably around 4 pounds. He was a Chihuahua.”
It took a few minutes for DW to stop laughing. Apparently, he was no longer impressed.