Pet Sitting...
Our good friends in the ward, the Prices, went out to Utah for Christmas, and will be gone until January 3rd. They asked us to take care of their dog, Honey. She's a very sweet, calm, yellow lab. When I was over having Julie show me how to take care of her, she said she had another favor to ask of me. She had forgotten to ask someone to watch her kids' 2 Gerbils. I told her "of course, we will!! My boys will think they've died and gone to heaven!"
So I brought them home in their little cage. It has tunnels and compartments that remind me of the Mcdonald's play-place! My boys, of course, were elated to come home and see 2 little furry friends to watch and giggle at. They put them in their little plastic ball (we had to specify - not together!) and followed them around the house. I kept telling them not to kick it, or roll it. Then I walked down the hall and habitually, upon seeing a ball in my path, kicked it out of the way. "Mooom!! The Gerbils!!"
Well, today it got to be naptime, and we were all ready to crash for our Sunday afternoon nap. The little blonde Gerbil was running around the living room in the ball, and we took off and went to lay down, not even thinking about putting him back where he belonged. I woke up to Brettsky saying, "Mom! The Gerbil is gone out of his ball!!" He had escaped. We looked and looked everywhere, but couldn't find it. Right as I was ready to get in the car, and go let the Prices' dog back into their garage for the night, Trey noticed Junior was extra interested in something behind the TV. Adam tried to catch it, but it ran down the hall and disappeared...again!
I took off, and let Honey (the dog) into the garage. I went to look for a way to get her water since the outside faucet had frozen, and she ran out of the garage door! Julie had warned me that she loves to wander around the neighborhood, and may try to sneak out. I got in the car and drove up and down the street in the dark, calling her name. I figured the neighbors probably thought my husband had run away, and that explained why I was calling "Honey!!" out the window.
It is BEYOND bitterly cold here, so I couldn't spend too much time outside. I returned home in hopes that Honey would get cold and come back to her house. I came home, and the boys still hadn't found the delinquent Gerbil, but Adam offered to come help me find Honey. He even let me borrow some of his Long-Johns to wear under my pants to keep warm. I need to get me some, they are great!
We drove around and around the Prices' surrounding neighborhood, in search of the dog. Right before we were about to return home unsuccessful, I spied her down the street. She came running right up and jumped into the back of our 4-runner. We got her home safe and sound, and breathed a huge sigh of relief!
After we'd been home for a time, Junior started whining and scratching around in the office, and we knew the poor Gerbil must have made his way down the hall into there. We moved the couch away from the wall, and the trainset, and the storage totes. Adam gasped, and we all got excited....but he was only gasping in surprise and delight at finding the long lost "Han Solo" action figure behind the couch.
Finally, the Gerbil appeared, and we were able to corner it, eventually pick it up and return it to it's cage safe, and still alive! What a harrowing adventure this all has been! And it's only been 3 days!!!