Missing in Action

My life, it seems, is all about head counts. One. Two. Three. Uh...three. Where is number three? Missing in action.

I rushed out the door heading to church this morning. I am always running late. Or so it seems. Sunshine came immediately when called. Miss Lady Bug stumbled out from her napping spot in the laundry room. She gave me one of those indignant looks that says "What is your problem!?" My problem involved the prime sleeping spot in front of the garage fan. It was vacant. No Little Guy. That was not a good sign.

See, I haven't had this problem lately. That's the benefit of triple-digit heat. The dogs don't wander off. They stay parked in front of fans or in the house. Cooler temperatures make them feel better about exploring. Without human restrictions and parental guidance.

I asked Sunshine where her brother was. She gave me one of those looks that let me know she was not his keeper. Not today anyway. I had to bite my tongue to keep from reminding her that just yesterday I'd observed the two of them hustling back from the woods below the house. Grandaddy had gone in one direction. They'd used his lack of attention to go in the other. I was not amused.

I finally spotted a little while speck in the garden. I took another sip of coffee from my go-mug, then focused my eyes. Yeah. That was a furry speck with a curly tail. In the garden. Hunting. On Sunday. I considered packing him into the car and taking him to church with me. I figured the preacher would not be amused. I was glad I made that decision. The preacher's eyes were a little blurry as she announced that the new puppy she and her husband recently adopted had woken them up at 5 a.m. Been there.

Little Guy made it back to the house in record time. I think it was that little bit of hysteria that sounded in my voice. You know what I'm talking about. It's that voice that lets kids know that the grace period has ended and the punishment is about to commence.

I even managed to get to church before the first song began. Barely.

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