I really tried to plan ahead better this time.
Knowing that it was supposed to dip down below 40 degrees last night, I got the brainstorm to go up to our cottage for the moon. We'd closed it for the winter and I figured most of our neighbors had done the same.
I prepared for my stay by buying a bunch of lean cut steaks and the biggest water dish I could find. I even bought a couple of squeak toys, so I wouldn't get bored. I locked the doors thinking there was no way that I could work the doorknob.
Imagine my disappointment when I woke up inside someone's toolshed.
Fortunately I wasn't too far from the cottage (and even more fortunate, that there were some clothes in the shed).
I went back to the cottage and it was wrecked.
And I hadn't even touched the steaks.
As I drove back to campus, I got a call from my Mom.
"Sweetie, are you ok?"
""Well, I tried to call you last night both at your room and your cell phone and you didn't answer."
"Well, I was at the library really late last night and I probably had my cell on silent."
"I got a call from Mrs. Bender. She said something got into the cottage last night."
"Really, like what?"
"She doesn't know, but she heard a racket in their last night. She went by this morning and found the furntiure was overturned and some of it was broken. The door was knocked off the hinges. She's having it sealed up for us until your father and I can get up there this weekend. Which is nice of her especially in her condition."
"Is she ok?"
"Physically, yes. But whatever was out there last night got Fifi."
Fifi is Mrs. Bender's French poodle. She had to be at least twelve years old. She was a yippy little thing.
"That dog was like a child to her. She's beside herself."
Ugh. I can't believe that I've been burping up poodle all day.