So heres the thing. We have 2 dogs- Tina a 1 1/2 year old pitbull, very sweet, never had any issues with her and Nicky, our 6 month old Teacup Chichuahuah. He is so sweet but he has this little devilish side too. He is the best snuggler loves to be on your lap if you are sitting down, sleeps with Kylee every night. But the dang thing refuses to be house trained unless he is in his pet taxi crate and even then he makes the most horrible noise you seriously think he is in there with something majorly wrong. So heres the story:
Saturday we get up and get ready for the birthday festivities. Normally we just put the dogs in the backyard (we have a 6 ft. fence that Sol built this last Spring-works well for Tina but he hasnt put the last plank on the gate yet so Nicky can get out) and Nicky gets out but he doesnt go far-usually. Normally he just goes to the front door then if we dont let him in then he goes back to the backyard. Well, yesterday Sol let Tina out already before we left and in the rush to find kids and make sure they had thier shoes, coats, the diaper bag was stocked and all that FUN stuff that makes you wish you waited longer before having kids, I forgot to let Nicky out. Well we get home about 2 AM Sunday morning (Tim/Taras house is a little over an hour away) and Nicky comes running to the door and Sol starts in on his "Holy Crap Chantelle, Now there is all kinds of "tootsie rolls" and blah blah blah (at that point I just start toning him out like the adults on Charlie Brown and just start picking up the "tootsie rolls" do a quick blog and go to bed.)
Well the next day, Sunday we sleep in because we have no kids and we were getting ready for church, with no kids. And as we are getting ready to walk out of the house I am thinking, Oh I better let Nicky out so he doesnt leave me Tootsie Rolls all over again. So I do.
Well, we come home last night (mind you I am telling the girls how much Nicky missed them so they will just get in the car somewhat happy instead of bawling they still want to see thier friends) and there is NO NICKY! So I drive around the neighborhood, calling for him, whistling, the whole thing and still NO NICKY! We then decide to say our family prayer and ask Heavenly Father to help us find him and all that jazz. Then I go sit on the front porch praying and hoping he is going to come back while Kylee is inside crying herself to sleep-after she sat on my lap and watched Brothers and Sisters with me bawling then too-the only way I got her to sleep is by telling her that if she goes to bed, I will help her makes signs for him in the morning. So of course I am bawling too-there is nothing that makes a parents heart break worse then seeing your child that sad and know that there isnt really anything you can do to make it better. So I get her to sleep and decide that if hes not back in the morning then we will make signs and start a vigorous search for our 3 lb. teacup "chichuaula" as Kylee calls him.
Well, at about 12 or 12:30 AM I still cant sleep, tossing and turning, broken hearted (not for me, I didnt mind having him find a new home, I am done picking up tootsie rolls all over the house) for Kylee. So I decide I am going to start making the signs then so that the people leaving for work in a few hours will see them and maybe he will come back quicker. So, I get up and get my back marker out and a whole stack of printer paper and make up about 10 signs. Mind you its 30-40 degrees outside and about 1 AM by then. I get my coat on and my shoes get Sols work out pants on and tighten them up as far as they go and then roll the elastic band down in hopes they will stay up while I walk. Get my packing tape and stick 2-one on each side of the mailbox. Then I head down to the end of the stree and stick one on the stop sign then across the street on the streetlight I put 2. Then go to the street in back of us and put the same thing there. And at this point I cant feel my fingers, my legs are freezing and I am still praying in my heart that hes not frozen to death or something horrible like that. I get home and crawl into bed all frostbitten and Sol jumps up so fast it was almost funny-"WHAT THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!?" So I told him he rolls his eyes and goes back to sleep. Well I still cant sleep. So I get up and check all the doors a couple more times and then finally go to bed at about 3 AM.
Well, wouldnt ya know it, 7 AM the doorbell rings and its a lady bringing him back, Kylee got to wake up and have her puppy back. I was soo glad I almost started crying. And Kylee came up to me as we are all sitting there in the livingroom loving on him and says "MOM, Heavenly Father listened to our prayer last night, IT WORKED, IT WORKED!" I was then sooo greatful for the power of prayer and the testimony that my little 4 year old girl is starting to build and suddenly the long night awake and the frostbite and everything else just seemed so worth it to see her so happy again.
Saturday we get up and get ready for the birthday festivities. Normally we just put the dogs in the backyard (we have a 6 ft. fence that Sol built this last Spring-works well for Tina but he hasnt put the last plank on the gate yet so Nicky can get out) and Nicky gets out but he doesnt go far-usually. Normally he just goes to the front door then if we dont let him in then he goes back to the backyard. Well, yesterday Sol let Tina out already before we left and in the rush to find kids and make sure they had thier shoes, coats, the diaper bag was stocked and all that FUN stuff that makes you wish you waited longer before having kids, I forgot to let Nicky out. Well we get home about 2 AM Sunday morning (Tim/Taras house is a little over an hour away) and Nicky comes running to the door and Sol starts in on his "Holy Crap Chantelle, Now there is all kinds of "tootsie rolls" and blah blah blah (at that point I just start toning him out like the adults on Charlie Brown and just start picking up the "tootsie rolls" do a quick blog and go to bed.)
Well the next day, Sunday we sleep in because we have no kids and we were getting ready for church, with no kids. And as we are getting ready to walk out of the house I am thinking, Oh I better let Nicky out so he doesnt leave me Tootsie Rolls all over again. So I do.
Well, we come home last night (mind you I am telling the girls how much Nicky missed them so they will just get in the car somewhat happy instead of bawling they still want to see thier friends) and there is NO NICKY! So I drive around the neighborhood, calling for him, whistling, the whole thing and still NO NICKY! We then decide to say our family prayer and ask Heavenly Father to help us find him and all that jazz. Then I go sit on the front porch praying and hoping he is going to come back while Kylee is inside crying herself to sleep-after she sat on my lap and watched Brothers and Sisters with me bawling then too-the only way I got her to sleep is by telling her that if she goes to bed, I will help her makes signs for him in the morning. So of course I am bawling too-there is nothing that makes a parents heart break worse then seeing your child that sad and know that there isnt really anything you can do to make it better. So I get her to sleep and decide that if hes not back in the morning then we will make signs and start a vigorous search for our 3 lb. teacup "chichuaula" as Kylee calls him.
Well, at about 12 or 12:30 AM I still cant sleep, tossing and turning, broken hearted (not for me, I didnt mind having him find a new home, I am done picking up tootsie rolls all over the house) for Kylee. So I decide I am going to start making the signs then so that the people leaving for work in a few hours will see them and maybe he will come back quicker. So, I get up and get my back marker out and a whole stack of printer paper and make up about 10 signs. Mind you its 30-40 degrees outside and about 1 AM by then. I get my coat on and my shoes get Sols work out pants on and tighten them up as far as they go and then roll the elastic band down in hopes they will stay up while I walk. Get my packing tape and stick 2-one on each side of the mailbox. Then I head down to the end of the stree and stick one on the stop sign then across the street on the streetlight I put 2. Then go to the street in back of us and put the same thing there. And at this point I cant feel my fingers, my legs are freezing and I am still praying in my heart that hes not frozen to death or something horrible like that. I get home and crawl into bed all frostbitten and Sol jumps up so fast it was almost funny-"WHAT THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!?" So I told him he rolls his eyes and goes back to sleep. Well I still cant sleep. So I get up and check all the doors a couple more times and then finally go to bed at about 3 AM.
Well, wouldnt ya know it, 7 AM the doorbell rings and its a lady bringing him back, Kylee got to wake up and have her puppy back. I was soo glad I almost started crying. And Kylee came up to me as we are all sitting there in the livingroom loving on him and says "MOM, Heavenly Father listened to our prayer last night, IT WORKED, IT WORKED!" I was then sooo greatful for the power of prayer and the testimony that my little 4 year old girl is starting to build and suddenly the long night awake and the frostbite and everything else just seemed so worth it to see her so happy again.
2 comments:
HOLY CRAP that is FUNNY!!!!!! Thanks for the laugh!!!!!!
I love it! I can't believe you got Nicky back. The girls just got the best lesson in the "Power of Prayer."
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