I opened the door yesterday to let in the sweet, adorable new puppy. He started to come in with something in his mouth. I wouldn’t let him in until he dropped it, which he finally did. It was–are you ready for this!–some sort of great big frozen rodent with it’s head missing! I hate hate hate rodents. I’m the Mom who won’t let her kids have hamsters, gerbils or anything like that. I avoid the little cages at the pet store at all costs. Hate them! And let me just say that if I had only seen the tail of it, I would have still completely freaked out, it was so long. So what did I do? What any calm, cool and collected woman would do–I stood there and cried. And called my husband to make sure that he was on his way home to get rid of it. Which he did as soon as he got home.
I don’t think I want any animals here anymore!
But I am thankful and grateful to have a husband who doesn’t mind my crazy phobias! (Besides, I think it makes him feel all manly to be able to rescue his damsel in distress!)