That time Giselle almost ran away

Giselle and I have been spending a lot more time together this year. Matt's at work nearly every waking minute so lately it has been up to me to feed G, play with her, get on to her, and stop her from jumping on people. At times I feel like a stay-at-home mom who is the "bad guy." When Matt gets home, she runs to the door and jumps on him and smells his ear like she hasn't seen him in forever and she is so excited that he is finally home. I'm fine with it, I mean, I know who she loves more, it's okay. I just remind her that without me she'd hardly ever be fed and she'd be stuck in her kennel for twenty hours a day. Basically, I'm her lifesaver. She'll realize how great I am to her when she is older, I'm sure. You know, kind of how like now I wonder how on earth my mother didn't put me up for adoption for all the trouble I gave her. Kudos to moms everywhere for putting up with their children.

I digress.

A couple of weeks ago, I let Giselle out after dark so she could play one last time before I brought her in for the night. She loves being outside at nighttime. I'm pretty certain that she pretends she's a ninja and hunts down squirrels. About ten minutes after letting her out, I opened the back door to call her back in. I called, but I didn't see her. Not a big deal, she was playing ninja. I called again and then noticed that the gate was open. The gate. The only physical barrier to keeping Giselle in the backyard was gone. As was Giselle.

My first thought: Matt's going to divorce me.

I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. And there she was. Sitting oh so patiently by the front gate, just a-waiting to come inside. I nearly cried. I let her in and gave her a hug and then got on to her for leaving the back yard. And then I gave her a treat. I mean, she did come back and saved me from certain future alimony payments.

I thought about naming this post "How Giselle Saved My Marriage," but I thought that was too dramatic. Last thing I want right now is more drama.

Note: Matt and I will be closing on our very first home sometime in the next twelve days. We'll be moving in just over a month. My brother is getting married in a month and a half. No, I don't need no more drama. I seriously ain't got time for that.