Gack!

At 7:10 this morning, I put Reba's jacket on and kicked her outside for her morning constitutional.  At 7:15 I stood in the kitchen and looked out the window, into the yard.  At 7:16 I darn near wet my pants.  Why?  Because TWO BLOODY PUPPIES ran up to Reba and greeted her good morning.  Uh - you know, the puppies that should have been safely locked into their run...

Aghast, I skipped breakfast, shimmied into my Carharts, grabbed a flashlight (Oh days of light, I miss you!) and went to find out what the *insert bad word here* was going on.  Freaking out, I kept using self talk - telling myself Bella (Guardian) wouldn't have let anything bad happen to the darlings.  But visions of coyote fodder ran rampant through my head.  

Yes, last night, as I put the puppies up I only SHUT the gate.  I missed doing the latch.  And when the pups banged into it, it swung open, releasing them into the wild.  Who knows how long they were loose.  They are all safely accounted for.  But it scared the bejeebers outta me. 

Let's just say I'm going to be a wee bit more anal with my evening routing now...