This has been one of the craziest nights of my life. It all started this morning, when a staff meeting was called for 11am. Fast-forward 5.5 hours and I am leaving said staff meeting in not a particularly good mood. I was in a huge hurry because I had a bunch of errands to run in town. My dog, Bridger, is really smart. She doesn’t like to be stuck outside in my courtyard when I leave, and she has an uncanny ability of knowing when I am about to leave. Lately, whenever I want to go anywhere, I call her out to the courtyard and she runs in the opposite direction and hides under my couch. Because I was in such a big hurry today, I didn’t want to play games so I just decided to let her stay inside for the few hours I’d be gone. I don’t do this very often, but whenever I do I make sure all the doors in my house are shut so she can’t go into the bedrooms or the kitchen. I did the same today.
I get home a little after dark and I am surprised that Bridge isn’t at the door to greet me. I look outside and she isn’t there either. Oops, I realize that she probably went and hid under my bed to avoid being put outside, and I had inadvertently locked her in my room. I go to open my room door and hear these weird squeaks. I run to grab a light and find a rat thing on my bed. On closer examination I realize it is not a rat, but rather a puppy! There is placenta goo everywhere. After a minor freak-out, I stopped thinking about how I just changed my sheets yesterday, and I started thinking about:
- How lucky I am that I wasn’t there to witness the ordeal
- How wonderful it is that there is only one
- That I have a guest room and bed to sleep in tonight
I feel like the fact that there is only one isn’t normal, so maybe there are more to come? This could be a long night… I’ll keep you posted.