Last Thursday I was running behind. I had picked up a few items at Big Lots then ran home to take the FLB* for a walk and feed him, then rushed out to my monthly Book Club meeting. Rush Rush Rush. When I got home from Book Club I was surprised because the FLB* didn't come to the door to greet me. For one second I was concerned.
"Harley?" I stood in the laundry room. Silence.
I walked into the kitchen. No Harley. I walked into the dining room and saw the reason for the silence. My Big Lots bag was torn open and a bag of spaghetti (yes, dried whole wheat spaghetti) was open and there was a pile of pasta on my dining room floor. Really? Harley was hunkered down in his crate staring at me.
"Seriously, Harley?" I said. "You ate dried pasta? How did you even know it was a food item? I left it on the dining room chair because I was in a hurry and you thought you could snack!?"
Harley stared at me from his crate. He ALWAYS takes the 5th.
Later....about 9:30 or 10:00pm we went for a walk. It was dark - I think it was a new moon because it was really dark. We strolled down the driveway and up the street. We stopped at poop island and Harley took care of business. A car drove by and I flinched as something cold and wet seemed to splash on my leg.
Here's the conversation between my brain stem and the reasoning part of my brain:
Stem: "Yikes, that car just splashed me - my pants are wet."
Reason: "There was no sound of splashing and it hasn't rained in a week."
Stem: "But my leg feels cold and wet here at my thigh....and here on my knee. Like water dripping?"
Reason: "But the car was 20 feet away and there was no splash and there are no puddles..."
Stem: "But my leg has cold and wet spots...(and my hand is now patting my baggy capris frantically)...
Reason: "uh...."
Stem & Reason: "THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY PANTS!"
I grunt, scream and dance.....
Something leaps from near my foot into the grass at poop island....A FROG!!!!!
More grunting....dancing....and jerking....and patting my pants compulsively all the way home.
Now...the part that keeps me awake...how did he get all the way up to my thigh...without me knowing it?
