Last night around 7:00 we decided to take Molly and her friend, Allie, to Bossy Beulah’s. Allie is visiting and Bossy Beulah’s is a CLT staple. The hot thigh chicken sandwich did not disappoint, according to Allie. We enjoyed our time out of the house and talking. On the way home, Molly asked us who was willing to bet there was poo in Stella’s playpen, where we decided to leave her as opposed to her crate that she had been in from 4:30-6:00.
I walk to the side door ready to unlock it and go in, and Rolo is standing there—of course. This is how I am usually greeted.
Imagine my surprise when Stella comes bee-bopping around the corner!! Free as a bird in my house for who knows how long. My heart stopped. I immediately spot the poop….I keep walking in shock and see some pee and more poop. It was like a (horror) movie. I could not believe she was out while we were gone. I scan the rest of the house and nothing seems out of place. I immediately grab paper towels and cleaner and get the messes up. AMAZINGLY, all the messes were on hardwood floors. And equally AMAZING is the fact that she did not take her puppy teeth and make any holes in my furniture or gnaw on the corner of my coffee table. Truly a miracle. Truly the only reason she is still under this roof. If she had ruined something, I am afraid the straw would have broken the camels back.
But here we are. Another morning of “go pee, go pee,” as I stand in 100 degree temps out back. Another morning of tossing out kibble one by one on the kitchen floor as she forages for food slowly so as not to regurgitate it. Another morning of training “sit,” “stay,” “come,” and “down.” Another morning of doubting all of my life’s decisions.
Oh, but how did she get out, you may be wondering. Well her little play pen has a tiny door. Molly brought the play pen downstairs for me. I sat Stella in the playpen by leaning over the gate and setting her down. Neither one of us checked to see if the gate was locked. She scooted the playpen away from the wall in all of her puppy shenanigans, and I suppose the door swung open for her since it was no longer up against the wall. A little escape artist.
Looking back I could see it on Rolo’s face when I met her at the door—”Where have you been? This little monster got out. I tried to tell her to get back in, but she wouldn’t listen to me. And someone needs to clean up the place. She has no manners.”
Cuteness is getting her far these days.