Gone Baby, Gone

Today I cleaned house ALL day. I still have more to do, but I give up. Dog hair beat me. I had a little help.I had to put the dogs out while I vacuumed, and I think I’ve made it quite clear how my dogs, especially Lulu feels about that. Something has just not been right with Lulu lately. It’s like she is scared we are going to leave her or something. She’s so used to me being a homebody, that when I actually get out of the house and change her routine in the slightest, she makes us suffer. Today was no different. While I was vacuuming, Lulu pooped on the porch, then dug out of the fence and took off. When I finished, she was gone. We spent the next 2 hours frantically driving around our neighborhood and the one next to us looking for her. We had neighbors and friends all keeping an eye out. I was so scared. I just knew someone was going to either take her, or she was going to make it out to the busier roads and get hit. I also knew that it would be my fault. And I don’t care how funny she’s been acting lately, I love that dog and can’t imagine not having her. I was just sick. Luckily, she only made it to the street that leads to our subdivision. She had wandered up to a house to hang out with this man and his new puppy. I have never been so happy to see that dog in my life. She was so worn out when she got home. She wouldn’t even eat for awhile. Needless to say, she has followed me around the house into every room I clean, and I have been happy to have her. Granted, she brings all that dog hair with her everywhere she steps, but I don’t care. I know what it feels like to think we lost Lulu, I’ll take cleaning up dog hair any day.