My Dog Ate Your Homework

It has been one of "those" Mondays. You know the ones I'm talking about… the ones where you are a day late and a dollar short. As a matter of fact, that has kind of been the last week or so for me. It is apparently that time of year when parents [four days until the end of the nine-weeks] have realized that their child is not performing to the best of his/her ability, and the teacher is to blame for the 'Incomplete' homework assignments in the gradebook , etc. No worries, I'm not here to vent. I'll leave that for my sweet hubby and my Monday night glass of wine.

I am here, however, to explain the title of this post, although I am not sure it actually requires any explanation at all. Let's start from the beginning…

Our sweet Avery is a golden retriever who turned two in January. She is everything we could have ever wanted in a dog. She has the best personality, loves to cuddle, and enjoys long walks on the beach. She runs with me, which we both love, and the best part- OFF LEASH. It really is a game-changer, folks. If you run with a dog, you know what I mean. She really is wonderful. Because she is so wonderful, we get suckered into trusting her and believing she is actually a human. Because Matt and I had a busy weekend which included lots of the Houston Rodeo, including seeing Usher (one word- amazing.) that will be blogged about later and working out at the rodeo (also- later), and because we were going to be gone so much, we felt a little guilty leaving Aves in her kennel. Did I say 'kennel'? I meant deluxe suite hotel of a kennel. I'm not quite sure why we feel so guilty. It must be the face… 

Or when she pretends she's sleepy and promises that when we're gone, she is just going to sleep anyway. I mean, what's a girl to do? Apparently, a girl is to trust that sweet face and let her stay out of the kennel and roam the house. We let her do this Friday night, and she did great! She was actually sleeping in her kennel when we got home with the door open. Then, Saturday, when we went to work out, same thing. She was sleeping on the couch and had done great. Not a single thing out of place. Saturday night, third time was a charm, because again, nothing. But then… Sunday happened. While we were at church, she caved. She found one of my student's re-tests and literally tore it to shreds. I'm talking- try to salvage, isn't going to happen, shred. Think she felt bad about it? 

The answer is 'yes', she did. This mamma was so mad at her. I even remember when she yawned, I yelled, "No, you are NOT allowed to be tired! You should have been sleeping, and you weren't! Too bad! No yawning!" But… after about three minutes, I had to get over it. What is it about dogs? You just can't stay mad at them. I decided that since it was only a Re-Test (meaning the student can make up to a 70), that this child… no matter how they had actually done… would be getting her 70. She can thank Aves for that one. 

There are so many other things going on around here it is a little crazy to even think about. We are about to start another challenge over here at the Bormann house, so stay tuned to hear about that. Also, the rodeo has started up, which means we have been volunteering, enjoying some good ole Texas rodeo-ing, and some stinkin' awesome concerts. More on all of this coming soon! 

Hope you are not having "one of those Mondays," but if you are, you aren't alone. 

Keep Calm and Tuesday On.