Waiting for the bus. These days there are usually only 2 kids sitting on the front steps because Carter and Calvin head out at 5:15 with their driver, but once a week they all catch the bus together at 7am. The dog likes to come out and wait with the kids, but he’s really just waiting for someone to stop paying attention so he can run off and go dumpster diving. On Thurs he opened the gate himself (he jumps up and pulls it open with his paws) and didn’t come back before I had to leave the house. I spent about 20 minutes driving up and down our neighborhood’s narrow streets looking for him and getting more annoyed by the minute. Since he always comes back I left the gate cracked and then had to lock up the cat. When he comes home he can open the door to the house by pushing on it with his paws, but if we aren’t there to catch it, he lets the cat out and then we have another lost pet drama on our hands. It feels like I spend half my life tracking down pets who don’t want to live with us.
Sure enough, when I got home from volunteering at the kids’ school Micah ran outside to the driveway and started howling at me — I knew coming home to an empty house would freak him out. He probably filled his stomach with trash and thought I’d be there with open arms, welcoming the prodigal home. I wish I had a nanny cam to see what he did while I was away. Probably curled up in a ball and panted until he heard my car in the driveway. Crazy dog.
