She and I stood looking at each other until I finally broke the awkward silence. "So! Who wants to make cookies?"
The offer to take her to get Wendy’s for dinner eventually consoled her. "Can we take the dogs, mommy?"
I loudly asked the question that brings our dogs running, "Who wants to go bye bye?!"
Apparently I'd been forgiven, because Quincy, Tia, and Summer, all showed up in the foyer. While I gathered my purse and keys, my daughter asked, "Where's Summer's eye?" What the? I looked down to see her wagging her tail and excitedly looking up at me with one normal eye and what appeared to be a bloody hole where the other one should have been.
Oh my dear Lord, as I teetered between vomiting and passing out. Blissfully unaware, Summer anxiously waited for me to open the door, and I suggested that maybe Summer should stay home. My daughter scolded, "You already said bye bye. You'll hurt her feelings if you don't take her now."
I'd have so much more power here if she hadn't seen my involvement in that dog fight.
That's when I realized my husband had taken the van, and there sat his giant pick-up truck, the back end loaded down and piled high with stuff intended for the dump, and our kids’ old motorized police car balanced on the very top of the pile.
I looked down at my daughter with pleading eyes, but she firmly said, "I guess we're taking the truck."
Quincy and Tia sat in the front with me and Summer jumped into the back with Caymen. As we pulled out of the driveway I heard Caymen say, "Just don't look at me, Summer."
A fair request.
We miraculously made it the 20 miles to the Wendy's drive-thru without the police car flying off the back, placed our order and pulled around to the window where all hell broke loose. Quincy began barking and trying to climb through the window toward the attendant, which prompted Tia's low threatening growl that, combined with her 90 lb German Shepherd body, is enough to scare the pee down someone's leg, and then my daughter started screaming from the back seat, "She's looking at me!!!" over and over while Summer sat on her lap.
These are the moments when we count it a success if nobody calls the authorities.
When my husband got home, we compared evenings.