Yesterday morning, before making the kids’ breakfast, I put Felix in the backyard . As we ate breakfast, he was watching us from a sunny spot on the patio. But when I backed the car out of the garage to take the kids to school, I noticed our side gate was open, meaning Felix might not be secure in our backyard. My regular readers will remember that it has only been a month since our previous dog ran into the street and was killed by a car.
So, the sight of the open gate was quite frightening to me. Instead, however, of calmly articulating my fears, I started screaming hysterically. Miraculously my son understood me and ran down the street and found the dog. My daughter, however, had no idea what was going on, and ducked under the car seat. In retrospect, that seems like an appropriate response, since she knew there was danger, but had no idea the nature of it. I ran into the house to scream some more, this time at my poor husband.
In conclusion, I suppose no one is going to put me in charge of an emergency response team. I had my assignment, and my performance was pretty dismal. Luckily, we all were fine in the end….and at this point I can laugh at myself.