Last night I was sleeping away, all cozy in my bed. When all of a sudden I hear my husband screaming "Theo" at the top of his lungs. It took me a moment, I was asleep, after all it was 4:22 AM, to realize the screaming was coming from outside! What the heck? I jump out of bed, grab my glasses, and run downstairs. Sure enough Brian is outside in shorts and a tee with bare feet (it's freezing rain and super cold) calling for our dog.
Turns out Brian heard Theo starting to throw up in his crate so decided to go get him and take him outside to do his business. But the stupid dog decided to take off running into the common area after a rabbit and would not come back. We were all set to inform the kids that Theo was a goner. Brian ran to the garage to get his shoes and I started calling - yes, our neighbor Mark loves us even more now. Just then Theo came dashing up from the common area. I get him inside and then I hear Brian outside calling for him some more. It all ended well and we laughed...pretty hard actually.
Brian was sure he was either dreaming or in hell:)
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