Uh oh

Mothers of the world cringe at the sound of "uh oh." Second choice is "oops!" Something has been spilled, permanently defaced, damaged, or has lost an appendage. Cringe time for mothers.

Thursday late afternoon I took the beagles out for our daily sniff, which has replaced our daily long walk. Molly is doing well with it and has been enjoying doing the beagle thing of tracking rabbits and squirrels. The sniffs seem to animate her, which I hope is good for her recovery and eventual stabilization.

In order to go on a dog walk, or sniff, I have to load up like a cop. I need a pocket to store what Baby will do that has to be scooped up. I need two bags for the stuff that has to be scooped in case Molly decides she suddenly needs to do it too, which was once all summer. I take my spare house key, my pedometer, and my cell phone. The phone is for identification and in case there is an emergency with me or the dogs. There are pot holes in the field, or Molly could get very ill. I feel safer with the phone and won't go without it. So I loaded up, and added a jacket with pockets big enough for Baby's daily deposit.

We had a good sniff, and returned home at doggy dinner time. I unloaded the bags (unused for once), the keys, the pedometer, the jacket, and prepared the doggy dinner.

Our evening was quiet. In the morning, I had jury duty selection, and was in a hurry because I didn't get moving very fast. I had to get the dog treats off the top of the refrigerator and break one in half, giving Molly her medication inside of it. I gave them several treats, and rushed out the door for court.

If you missed two items that I should have handled there, you are doing better than I was.

Uh oh.

First of all, I did not unload the cell phone. I didn't miss it, either. Before court, even before 8 am, my house phone rang. My friend's husband called. I assumed the worst, that something happened to my friend, as he has never called here before. No, he had received a call that his wife was listed ona cell phone found by the school behind me and my friend's number was on it. Yes, it was my phone, and I was given a number to call.

It turned out that one of my neighbors in my subdivision is a high school principal in Bloomfield Hills and was out early in the morning walking his dog in the same field where I walk mine. The dog found my phone. So after court I had to run over to the high school and get my phone. Yes, I felt like an idiot.

Then I came home and realized the other step I missed. The dogs ate almost a full huge bag of treats. I left it on the counter and they were able to jump enough to snag it. I must have caught them in the act, because the bag wasn't empty. Usually they will eat most of the bag, too. Baby still had some in her cheeks, giving her chubby little chipmunk cheeks.

Oops.