As I sit down to write this email, my voice is hoarse from screaming at the top of my lungs when earlier I suffered a two-dog-one-kitten escape through the front door.
I had opened the door to an AT&T salesman trying to sell me their Internet service. He actually tricked me into opening the door by pretending it was about our existing service. Our name is at the door, but he totally fooled me when he called me “Mrs. Feldman” through the closed door.
Anyway, when I opened the door, our two big German shepherds rushed out to meet him. That should have scared him away but it took me dropping to my knees and crawling through the bushes to get rid of him!
What was I doing in the bushes? Trying to catch the kitten that had escaped through my two feet as I stood at the door. By the time I was back on my feet with the kitten in hand, I only saw one dog, whom I quickly corralled back into the house.
But then with a quick scan of the front yard, my second doggie was no where to be found. I started screaming her name (Latke is named after a Jewish potato pancake served at Hanukkah time) and enlisted my daughter to help search. My daughter ran to the right, toward the big cross street on one side of house, and I ran to the left. All the time, screaming like a crazy woman.
I was hoping that if I screamed loud enough either my husband would come out and help, or Latke would come running.
The surprise ending? As I came up to our garage, there was Latke, panting outside the door to the house, waiting to be let in.
My husband later told me that he had heard a crazy women screaming, but couldn’t understand the words and didn’t know it was me!