Don't Run Over the Dog

It's dark in the morning when the husband leaves for work. When the oldies were driving, I didn't necessarily trust her vision or navigation skills. (Turns out I was right since she drove through my front yard, plowed into the mailbox and left Hangdog to roam the streets in the middle of the night.) It's dark when the husband comes home.

Have I mentioned we own a black Lab? Have I mentioned that she's not the sharpest crayon in the box? I am also not operating on full throttle. So, I often forget that she's outside until she shows up at my office window doing the "Let me in" moan.

I've started to call the husband and announce, "The dog is outside. Please don't run over her."