"Now You Know" Stories from a Crazy Mom Part 4

Now the dog knows I'm crazy too.

This morning after rushing around like a mad women with an evil sidekick, Emma and I jump into the car and speed toward daycare. We are 5 min away when I realize that I have forgotten my laptop (gasp!) and planner (double gasp!) at home. I couldn't turn around and go back because Emma would then have to miss breakfast at daycare (as if she and her new friend "stomach bug" need more food to vomit into my face). So I end up driving all the way to day care, all the way home, and all the way back to work (daycare is next to work).

So on my way back home I was thinking "no big deal you can drink your coffee and listen to music and relax." Mission accomplished. Totally relaxed.

Then I got home and caught the dog in the biggest "dirty diaper from the trash heist" she has ever embarked on. RED PAWED! Seriously, I was only gone for 45 minutes.

She apparently also loves vomit covered paper towels as much as a fine wine. It's a developed taste, only for the mature palate.

I started in on the longest lecture anyone could ever give to a dog when I see Daisy lift her ears and turn her head sideways as if she didn't understand. Don't play that game with me, you know what you did.

Then I realized she was confused because I just yelled, "Daisy you are the naughiest doggy ever! You made a very bad decision to steal baby Emma's poopoo diapies out of the trash. Yucky, yucky. No touch!!!"

That's right. I scolded the dog in baby talk. I still think she knew what I was saying.