A loooooong story

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Last night, as I was sitting in the house with a new daycare baby, my dear husband (here after: dh) was outside "watching the kids". After about an hour, he came in and there were no kids with him. When I asked where they all were, he said that they were at the neighbor's house playing and that they had the dog (Fifi) with them on her leash. They decided to take her for a walk. Whatever.

So, I get supper done and go out to hollar at the kids to come eat. They come running, dog in tow. Nothing abnormal, right?

We get done eating and the kids all run out again.... with the dog. As I am cleaning everything from supper, Addison comes in yelling that the neighbor boy's mom wants to talk to me. I don't think anything of it. She is a very nice lady. I actually figured that it was to inquire about daycare. Well, I go out and she does, in fact, ask about daycare. As we are talking, she says, matter of factly, that my dog bit her son and another kid about 5 minutes ago and does she have all of her shots? OMG!!! SERIOUSLY?!?!? You wait THAT long to tell me this?!?! And THEN you act like it's no big deal?!?!? It's a HUGE deal to me! I panicked. She assured me that it was alright and that she knew me well enough and the dog well enough to know that she isn't a danger. Well... yeah right!!! I mean I am sorry but I have daycare kids in here!! I can't have a dog that BITES!!! UGH!!

My immediate reaction is to take her to the pound. Of course DH, who can't stand the dog anyway, is anxious to take her. I start having second thoughts. Something isn't right. If it was DH she had bitten, I wouldn't think twice about her actions because for some stupid reason they just don't see eye to eye. They are like oil and water. The dog gets along with our cat better than DH. But for her to bite a kid?!?! There has to be more to the story. I asked the kids that got bit, and of course, nooooo.... they didn't do ANYTHING!!!

Well, DH wasn't taking it. He loaded her up and took her to the pound before I could ask our kids what all happened. So, this morning we get up and Addison tells me that the kids were playing basketball and that they were teasing Fifi and she got scared and bit them and they deserved it. **GASP!!** My dog is in the pound for defending herself?!?!? Ok...calm down... it will be fine.... she is making this up.

Then Zack gets out of bed and on the way to preschool, I inquire about last night's events. His story matched Addison's perfectly. He was asleep when she told me her story and she was not in the van when I asked.

At this point, I have been listening to my 3 year old cry hysterically because she can't find her dog and her "house" (the dg's crate) is missing.

I call the pound. No dog. I call animal control. No dog. SERIOUSLY?!?!? I know in my heart that he could never do such a thing but I start to wonder if DH could have done something terrible to my dog. But, it was in the back of my mind.

Went and got Zack from preschool and we drove from the NE side of town to the SW side of town to the pound and there was our dog. When I went to fill out the paperwork to bring her home, they told me that someone else identified my dog as their own. So I demanded that they bring her out and make her sit and let one of the kids call her. All of this after I had described, down to the number of rhinestones on her collar, my dog before even seeing her. So they brought her out and had Jenna call to her and sure enough she came. Luckily, that was convincing enough for them when they saw a 3 year old reunited with her dog to let her come home with us.

Needless to say, the dog is now in heat, which also slightly explains her attitude. I see a spaying in the near future. If Jenna will let her out of her sight that long, that is.