So, Gene is STILL not home. Now they're in Cleveland. Early reports confirm that it rocks, it rocks.
A lady came from a closet company today to measure our closet. I want a king size bed. Gene says no big bed until we get rid of some of our furniture and convert the closet into more storage for the stuff currently in our furniture. So, now the closet. Because I desperately want a king size bed (the theory is that I will sleep better and I am all about good sleep!).
So the lady comes this morning at 10. I knew she was coming. When she rang the doorbell, I wasn't smart enough to kennel the dogs first or maybe even in advance of when she arrived. That's standard practice when Gene's home. So she walks in the door, the dogs run like hell OUT the door. So, I tell the lady to hold on and I yell for the dogs, who are so busy running that they barely stop long enough for Freedom Pee (what we call it when the dogs escape and pee in the common area in the subdivision).
They actually take off pretty far (around 20+ feet from our front door) but then are some how convinced to come running back. I grab Betty and let Scooby finish his Freedom Pee before I start dragging him by the collar. Since I took off running without a leash or two or some treats or anything, eventually I'm able to awkwardly carry both dogs far enough that they realize further attempts at escape are futile. Plus, they want to smell the lady. Betty even did the jump up and kiss on the face thing. The closet lady acted delighted enough (she's in sales, ha ha).
I can't believe I did something so stupid. I can't believe THEY did something so stupid, but then again, I'm the more highly evolved species, so I should have known.
In further news, I have also managed to kill the hanging plants I bought so the front of the house would look cheerier. Guess who didn't water then in 90+ degree heat?
I know, let's trust me with a human next.