Talk to us Tuesday - Runaway Vinnie

It's Tuesday again.  That means it's time for the best link-up ever, Talk to us Tuesday with Impulsive Addict and Shawn.

I say it's the best ever because there are no rules.  And let's face it, I'm not a rule follower.

This past weekend the hubby had his first drill with the National Guard.  He left Saturday morning at 5:00 am. 

At about 5:15 the pups were all whining that they wanted to go outside.  So I got up and let them out.  I sat on the deck with my head in my hands trying to stay awake while they took care of business.  Princess and Ozzy both kept looking at me.

I open to the door to go back in and Princess and Ozzy run in.  I yell for Vinnie. Nothing.  I yell some more.  Nothing.  He usually comes running.

So I went through the house, to my garage, and turned the outside light on.  I opened the door and immediately notice that the gait is open.  At this point, I'm freaking out.  He's just a little fella and it's a big world outside the fence.

I went wandering around the outside of the fence and then down the alley.  Mind you, I'm in my pajamas, with no bra on, and it's dark outside.  I'm yelling quietly (remember it's about 5:30 at this point).

I went back in the house, found my glasses, flip flops, and car keys.  Then I called Matt to tell him he left the damn gait open.  I didn't yell too much.  Vinnie being missing probably hurt him enough.

Then I get in the car and drive around the block, stopping at every third house and yelling for him.  I drove on the highway too, which is about a block away from our house.  I just knew I was going to find him hit on the road.

So, I drove around the hood for about 10 minutes.  I pulled in the back driveway and went into Matt's garage and turn some more outside lights on.  I yelled one last time and there the little shit was.  Skipping across the road, tail wagging, with a shit eating grin on his face. 

As soon as he was back in our yard, I said, "You get your little ass in that fence right now mister."

Once he was in the fence, I told him, while shaking my finger at him, "You no, no, no runaway ever again.  Mommy was real scared."  He knew I meant business. 

We went back to bed and he wanted to snuggle.  He must have got into something while on his little adventure because he reeked.  I told him he was in big trouble.

But how can I stay mad at a face like this one.....

 I have absolutely no idea why I had to screen print this to get it to upload.  

Happy Tuesday!