I went home at lunch to make sure the house was in storm condition, as I knew we were going to get a cold front blowing through later in the day, with rain and high winds. Connor was chilling and we played in the back yard for a few minutes. When I left, I made sure all of the windows were only open about three inches.
As I drove by one of the local colleges, which has just upgraded to university status, I almost crashed the car from laughing at their new lighting scheme. They’re spending a ton of money to put in a new entrance, with stone walls, lots of mature planting, a driveway and these lamps: Can you see that tiny pin-head light on top of that substantial post? The scale is so wrong that it’s laughable! I can’t imagine who put this lamp in the lighting specs.
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About 10 minutes after I arrived back at my office, my mobile phone rang with someone asking if I had a pale yellow dog… Uh, yes, I do. The woman told me that she had him. I couldn’t believe my ears! How had he gotten out? How was it possible that not even a half an hour after I’d left home, he was out and back where he’d been found last week? I tore out of my office and raced to pick him up. His little “phone home” tag on his collar got him back to me right away.
When we got home, destruction was all around. In the window on the right, you can see the blind dangling on the right and left, and on the left window, it’s completely down.Connor had torn the blinds off of three windows! I know that mini-blinds aren’t to everyone’s taste, but Connor doesn’t have to rip them off the windows and shred them. This makes a total of seven sets of blinds he’s trashed. I am alternately furious at him, scared out of my mind that he’s going to be killed, frustrated at him for trashing my house, sad that he wants to leave me so badly, and freaked out that he can outwit me. I can’t spend all day at the office wondering whether he’s going to be there when I get home.
After looking around, I realized that he’d managed to nudge open one of the windows, and push out the screen and then get onto the front porch. After that, he could go anywhere, but first he had to cross a busy street.
Lest you think I am an irresponsible mummy, I am not. Never in a million years would I have expected him to open a window and jump out. I am at my wit’s end.