Sunday morning I was working away on some homework when I get a call from my Papa. He wants to know if we are still going to church? He hadn't called me during the week to let me know he wanted to go this weekend (he's not felt up to it for the last few weeks) so I told him I would throw on some clothes and be right over to pick him up. Now he called at 9:45 and Church starts at 10:00, so full panic mode sets in. I dash into the bedroom, throw on a dress, grab my keys a bolt out the door.
About 2 hours later I return home to see Maggie waiting for me at the door. Panic sets in. She is not supposed to be out of her kennel when we are not home. My husband had left for a long ride before I did and had not yet returned home. Immediately, I start walking through the house to assess the damage. She completely unmade the bed (she loves to tear the blankets and sheets off), and she had also eaten two of my headbands and a new set of hair clips (all of which had been sitting up on my dresser). Now every part of me wanted to be really mad at her, but it was my fault for leaving her out. I know better. And how can you be mad at a face as cute as that. Sigh. One day she will out grow this puppy phase.








