This morning I found myself wondering if Martha is forgetful after I had a dumb-blonde {btw, I'm not a blonde} moment. My husband took our two-year-old lab mix, Kaya, for a walk and to pick up breakfast at McDonald's {Martha, please forgive me}.
I was on the computer doing my usual morning routine - check and reply to emails, respond to comments, check Etsy shop, read new posts and articles in Google Reader. I heard our two puppies, Dubbya and Max, playing in the kitchen and forgot that Kaya was on a walk with my husband. I thought that she was in there playing with them and started to yell out her name to come to me. I was being lazy and didn't want to get up from the computer, but I wanted her to come into the craft/computer room, so I could make sure she wasn't being too rambunctious.
Somehow she got a gash next to one of her nipples on Sunday and she had to get three staples put in to close it up at the veterinarian's office. They gave me a lovely plastic cone to put on her and told me to keep her away from the puppies. Well, the puppies haven't messed with the area and Kaya is a good girl and leaves it alone, because I told her to a couple times the first day. I don't put the cone on her unless it's nighttime, because she really doesn't mess with the area {and she hates the thing - she just stands and whines with it on - it's pitiful}; however, I want to keep her in my line of vision just in case. So anyways, back to the story, I was yelling for her and telling her she better get her butt in the computer room immediately or I was going to "cone her" and then I realized that she wasn't even at home.
I told this story to my husband when he got back from the walk and McDonald's, and he said, "That needs to go on the blog."
I said, "It has nothing to do with Martha."
He said, "I don't care. It needs to go on the blog."
So, here it is, on the blog.