Seeing Red in a White Out

Busy morning on the ‘stead…

Went out, shoveled what snow we had on the drive and sidewalks only to have the major part of the forecasted storm that should have been here hours ago, hit. No sense in continuing to shovel as that’s like using a coffee can to bail out the Titanic.

Came inside, got some coffee to warm up with, sat down and after a few minutes, noticed one of the three dogs is missing. “Where the hell’s Buddy?” I asked the other two, like they could tell me.

Went out into the backyard looking for him. Nothing.

Spent half-an-hour walking around the block calling his name. By the time I returned home, I felt frantic.

I even looked to see if there might be footsteps leading up to the fence, thinking someone might have dog-napped him.

Back inside, I returned to the backyard and still can’t find him. Pissed off and in panic mode — I decided to check the one closed room in the house — Mary’s office. Yup, the little shit was in there all the effing while.

Panic mode has since subsided and anger chilled, I’ve apologized to the mutt for accidentally shutting him in the room (as I’d forgotten I’d gone in there earlier and now realize he must have follow me,) and now I’m taking on the positive approach — I got my daily walk done.