S Is For Seriously

Every work morning, my husband gets up at 4:30ish and starts his day.  He lets our three dogs out of their crates and they run to our room, jump on our bed, and quickly get into their reserved spot.  Every morning, with few exceptions, they can be found in their spots next to me.

This morning, as my husband kissed me goodbye, seconds before my alarm went off, I woke up enough to ask where Olive was.  I moved my feet back and forth under the covers, searching for the foot of the bed dog, and she wasn't there.  My husband said he didn't know.  I patted the two dogs on each side of me and could tell by their smooth fur that they were not the fluffy badger one I was seeking.

I got up and looked around the house: couches, chairs, crate.  No Olive.  I went upstairs to see if she had snuck up to be with the kids.  No Olive.  I put on my jacket and went outside in the dew wet grass and softly called her name.  No Olive.  I checked the alley and the streets and was starting to have worries of dog-knapping.  I sent a text to my husband.

"Babe, seriously.  Where is Olive?"

And within a minute of that text, I was sending one back to him that said, "Never mind.  Found her." And I didn't want to elaborate on the wheres and hows I found her, but he called to check on the great lost dog case of 2013, so I had to admit where I found her.

That lump of covers at the end of the bed?  Not a just a lump of covers.

Olive is found, in bed where she always is.

Seriously? I sure hope my losing a dog in our bed isn't an indication of how this Monday is going to continue!