Monday, November 29, 2010

Now I Know How People Forget Their Children...

It's the Sunday after Thanksgiving. After stuffing not only our bellies with delicious food but also our souls with delightful company and laughter galore, we literally stuffed ourselves into the family SUV to begin the trek back to home, sweet Maryland. There was no doubt we were packed to the gills. Gammie, Poppy, Great Aunt Jan and Great NannyLuv are always spoiling Baby C with new toys and clothes that often times, we need to pack an extra empty duffel just to bring home his loot! This visit was no exception.

So there we are, all packed up and ready to go. It wouldn't be a visit home without stopping for our requisite brown bag (or 3) of New Jersey bagels on the way out, so after hugs and kisses all around, we backed out of the driveway and headed out to the nearest bagel shop. It's just after 7am and we were making great time. Heaven knows that post-Thanksgiving traffic is not somewhere you'd want to be with a 4 month old!

Several minutes into our ride, my heart nearly drops into my stomach and I turned to Mike and say, "Um. honey? Did you pack the sheepdog?" Several minutes. I already knew the answer. And just like that, my phone rings. 

"Uhhhh. Did you forget someone?" 

We had forgotten to pack the sheepdog. With tears streaming down my face (half from laughing so hard, half from suddenly realizing what a terrible, awful thing we did) I answer my Dad, "Umm. I can't believe we forgot the dog. We're turning around now!" 

Wearing his leash, Sullivan had taken his place on the floor next to the front door as if to say, "This happens a lot. This is what it feels like to be forgotten." Oh, just rip my heart out and jump all over it. 

Consumed with motherly guilt, I jumped out of the car and ran to the front door. Tail a' wagging, Sullivan greeted me as if it were any other outing. He immediately led me to the car, the tail end of the car to be exact, and waited patiently for the hatch to open. 

Once I had lifted him into the car, all 103 pounds of him, I smothered him with kisses and whispered in his ear, "I'm so sorry Sheepie. We won't ever forget you, ever again." 

We forgot the sheepdog. Weforgottopackthesheepdog. Ugh. I'm ashamed. 

You can bet your lunch money that Sheepie got table scraps AND a spoonful of ice cream after dinner that night.  Go ahead, I earned it. I'll accept the award for Worst Furbaby Mother of the Month.   

17 comments :

  1. Poor sheepie glad he got some goodies that evening! We have yet to forget our furbaby but I am sure it is in the cards!

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  2. Oh my goodness! I am laughing hysterically. I can see us doing this, and our dogs are our life! (well, were our life until G came around :))

    I'm sure Sheepie completely forgives you. Especially after the treats! Amazing how they have an unconditional love for us.

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  3. Thats hilarious. Ahh, the things that take a backseat (literally) to children. It sounds like he was able to roll with the punches, what a trooper!

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  4. Awwww! Everyone says that after our baby is born, our dog will become just a dog (instead of our baby like he is now!). I have a hard time believing them, but I've heard a lot of stories like yours that make me think it might be true!

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  5. hahahaha!!! awww no! You are too funny! Poor Sheepie! Great story to tell every Thanksgiving! (just cover his ears)

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  6. HAHA!! I'm sorry, I really shouldn't laugh but this is so something I would do! Our poor furbabies!!

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  7. I'm sorry you felt so awful, but this post made me laugh!!! Hilarious. Once, my stepmom got a call from the gas station, saying that my dad had left their dog there (the dog jumped out of the car and was just chilling at the BP station)--ha!

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  8. thats hilarious! my little fur baby would of gone ballistic! but then again she is spoiled rotten! glad you had a great holiday!

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  9. Poor sheepie! At least you turned back to get him lol. Treats make it all better - just like ice cream makes kids all better, miraculously!

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  10. Awwww poor Sheepie!!!! At least you didn't get too far! But you made me laugh with this story. :)

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  11. Oh my word. hahahah, I can totally see this happening though. And my in-laws are from NJ, so I know what you mean about the obligatory stop for bagels and rolls on the way back to PA!! :)

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  12. I.am.dying. hahahahaha
    Poor Sheepie! At least he got some goods afterwards though!

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  13. awww poor sheepie! luckily he won't remember it... i totally understand your guilt though!

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  14. Poor pup! We almost did the same thing with our puppy one time at my parents house in Florida! I felt terrible! He too got the royal treatment for 5 1/2 hours on the way home! :)

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  15. Oh my heart! Poor Sheepie!!!!!! God bless his big heart! I've never physically forgotten Kirbs...but there are many times now that she does just go lay down because she's not getting any attention. Breaks my heart! :(

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  16. Oh major sads!! I'm not sure whether to laugh hysterically or to cry and run home and hug my puppies after reading this. My two tiny monsters will NOT let me forget them. Chief makes this giant production whenever she sees bags being packed and practically comes out of her fur with excitment/stress. There is no missing her death yodels!

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