The phone rang. It was Steve, who’s out grocery-shopping with Dionne.
“Dionne just pooped,” he announced. My heart sank. I had visions of this occurring in the produce aisle at Vons.
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But no. “We’re in the parking lot,” he continued.
As I’ve mentioned before, puppy-raising can elevate one’s interest in canine defecation. But this seemed a new low. Then he continued. “You know your missing ear plug? I found it.”
Steve’s a Luddite about phone technology, so he was unable to capture the moment. Suffice it to say that he reported the squishy, bright orange ear plug to be intact. I urged him NOT to return it to me.
On other fronts, life with Ella has calmed considerably. We’ve had more and more sweet moments like this:
With only 24 hours remaining in her company, I can imagine that time will fly.