Overheard . . .

Setting:  Babies and Parents at Dinner table;  Shannon and Hatch looking out window

Hatch:  Oh, look!  There is a dog in front of our house.  Hmmm . . .

Shannon:  Weird.  I know, I saw that dog running through the neighbors’ yards across the street about 20 minutes ago.

Hatch:  I wonder if that is that stray dog the neighbors were emailing about.

Shannon:  I don’t know . . . maybe . . . what kind of dog is it?

Hatch:  I don’t know . . .

Shannon:  That looks a lot like our dog.  {long pause.}  That is a yellow lab.  {another long pause.}  I would bet money that is our dog!

Hatch opens front door . . . Dog Dog runs inside.

Yes, folks, it is true:  Dog Dog’s frantic jumping on the side gate {he jumps for many reasons but he goes especially bananas when the boys are in the yard or swinging} broke the latch and Dog Dog romped around our busy street for who knows how long!  Whoopsie!  We are glad that Dog Dog is back home, safe and sound!  {And we feel a tiny bit embarrassed that we had no clue he was even missing . . . oh, those stray dogs!}

And, because I know that what you really want is to see my boys and not hear about Dog Dog . . . a picture for you!  {more to come—we have been busy with our baby Charlie, you know!}