Mr Little Way had a gig at a lovely winery in upstate New York yesterday, so it was just me and the kids at my folks' house for dinner. I'm not sure why, but the oldest decided to share something that happened shortly after we adopted Gigi, our little chihuahua pug mix who now thinks she's a coyote. But that's a subject for another post.
It seems Caitlin was on her way to work when one of Philadelphia's Finest called her, identifying himself as a sergeant. What could be wrong, she thought? Is our house on fire? Did something happen to Mom or Dad?
The officer informed her that he had Gigi with him in his squad car and he would like nothing more than to deliver her to our house. Caitlin was incredulous but assured the officer she would make certain someone was there to receive the little bugger.
Next, she called my husband and nonchalantly asked him how Gigi was.
"She's fine," Mr. Unconscious told her.
"Where is she?"
"Oh, she's right here," he said, digging his grave a little deeper.
"Really? Well you might want to look a little harder. The police have her and are about to drop her off to you."
Turns out when he opened the door for UPS to sign for a package, Houdini slipped by him. She tried to jump in a car with two girls who then notified the police.
I couldn't wait for him to return home last night so I could remind him of this incident, as he was carelessly leaving the door open once again as he banged his drum cases into the house.
"Gigi and I have put that incident behind us and moved on, and I think you should too," he said, wishing with everything he's worth that I would.
The Lord even protects the 4-legged members of our family.