Out one door, in the other

Every night before bed, Abe has a job to do. His job is to go out the back door, down the stairs, and water the lawn. If he fails, he has to wake me up at 3:30 a.m. to let him outside, and that is not a pleasant thing. It’s not a job that Abe enjoys. He usually goes on a walk just hours before, and it’s a challenge to drink enough water and eat enough food to go the bathroom again in such short time.

Last night, Abe was out on assignment, and it was taking him a long time. After ten minutes I started peaking out the windows to see what he was up to. Then I saw that the gate was still open from when I was doing yard work earlier in the day. Abe was on the loose. I cursed.

Without me saying another word, Sarah knew exactly what the problem was, set down her cereal bowl, and headed for her flip-flops with the pink pigs on them. I grabbed some milk-bone brand biscuits from the cupboard and then my sandals. I tossed one of the biscuits to Sarah as she headed to the front door and I started jogging to the back door. I didn’t make it all the way to the back door.

Sarah had opened the front door to find Abe waiting patiently, as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to go out one door and come in the other. He rushed into the house and, smelling the treats, began to bark for them.

He was out there for a while and we don’t know what adventures he had, but it’s comforting to know that we must be doing something right for him to come back so quickly.