I’m pretty sure I’d make a crappy parent.

It could be the fact that I’ve caught myself on a daily basis occasionally calling the dogs names such as “freaking idiots”

“Pieces of crap”

“Accidents”

It could also be the fact that they haven’t had a bath in -oh- about 2 months,

Or even the fact that there are many times sometimes in which I notice Boz has marked our trashcan and I just pretend I don’t see it so Will can clean it up.

Oh shut up- I know what you’re thinking and the fact of the matter is that Will does that to me ALL the time so I’m totally due for an occasional ignored trashcan pee- but that’s a different post for a different day.

Anyway- back to the matter at hand- confirmations that I would be an awful parent:

I lost Lucy.

Yes- Lucy. My dog. Gone. Wandering the streets… or perhaps eaten by a vicious Doberman.

Okay, not really- she’s alive, but I did lose her and that’s the truth.

Friday was moving day. As I mentioned in my last post we got to move right next door.

Side note: How amazing is that, right!?! Moving is a pain, but it’s hard to complain much when you’re simply taking things from one side of the hall to the other!

Well, the doors were wide open so we could feely pass with stuff in tow without having to constantly open a door. The dogs loved this open door thing. They ran back and forth between the two apartments and really had fun with all the space.

Well, around noon I went downstairs to pick up our lunch. I got back upstairs and proceeded to get everything ready for me, Will, and my family to eat. As we’re preparing to sit down Will asks, “Where’s Lucy?”

We call her several times but get no response. We go over to the old apartment and try the same thing- all to no avail. We quickly realize that Lucy is not in either apartment and is officially a missing person- or whatever.

Guys- I’ve never seen Will act so maniacal. It really freaked me out. I mean, sure I knew he loved Lucy, but my gosh that guy is crazy about her! He was like a bloodhound after a steak. Up and down the elevator. Outside, asking around. Shaking and yelling at people. Crazy, I tell you! Crazy! (okay, so the last part was a lie- but wouldn’t that have been funny?)

I had a feeling I knew where she went, so I hopped on the elevator and went up a few floors. Sure enough- our Lucy was there, wandering around the lobby area! She looked at me and cocked her head as if to say, “ Who’s the freaking idiot now!?” and I didn’t argue. I scooped her up and showered her with kisses. I was pretty scared for a minute there too! Lucy is so curious and when you couple that with her friendliness it’s just a recipe for disaster. Apparently she hopped on the elevator when I got off with lunch and took a ride.

As you can imagine, Will was very relieved to have his Lucy back in one piece, and I think Boz might have even been happy too (though I’m sure he’d never admit it).

It was quiet an exciting move day, that’s for sure.Oh, and don’t worry- I’ve moved the hour hand on my biological clock back a few hours because of this incident. I’m not prepared to lose a toddler just yet.