After a long, hot summer I couldn’t wait for fall and winter to arrive and get started on some adventures with Leroy. Fall proved to be semi-adventure filled but winter has definitely fallen short.
The conditions just haven’t been right to go to a lot of places that Leroy and I like to go to in the winter. One such place is the woods behind our house.
Leroy loves to go back there and explore but we only get to go back there in the winter because it’s too hot in the summer and too ticked filled and muddy in the spring and fall.
We’ve actually only been able to go back there twice this year, once being last week after a recent snow fall.
Instead of really thinking it through I jumped at the chance to back there and it wasn’t until we were already down in the little valley that I realized that I made a terrible mistake.
My first clue was that my boots were quickly sinking through the 8 inches of snow right down to the mud. My second clue was the thin ice over the stream that broke as soon as I stepped on it. My third clue was the intensely muddy hill we had to climb up after we crossed the stream.
Talk about mud.
But what was I going to do? Tell an over excited Leroy that we had to turn around?
No way. I’m not taking that kind of heat again.
So we pressed on.
My boots were soaked, Leroy was covered in muddy slush and it was starting to hail, but Roy was in his glory.
We spent a lot of time back there and when we were heading back I decided to take a shorter route that took us to a questionable area to cross.
As I stood there with my soaked to the bone feet I weighed our options of crossing.
Either we make it across the narrow snow bridge safely because there’s more than just snow under it or we fall through about 10 feet.
Maybe I should let Leroy go first.
No. He’s too heavy for me to lift out.
I’ll go first.
No. Leroy would leave me there to die.
So we played it safe and went back the way we came.
When we finally made it back home I reached into my coat to grab the garage door opener and it wasn’t there.
Complete panic set in. I didn’t have my house keys, no one was home and there was no way in hell I was going to call my husband and tell him.
I searched every pocket that I had on me and nothing.
LOST: (1) GARAGE DOOR OPENER
OMG. Where is it?
I retraced our steps in my head.
It was in the same pocket as the poop bags so maybe it fell out when I grabbed a poop bag.
The only answer was to trudge back in the woods through the stream and the mud and back to where Leroy pooped.
And I had to bring Leroy with me which was like dragging a tired toddler through the grocery store.
FOUND: (1) GARAGE DOOR OPENER
Thank god it was there, right where I pulled the poop bag out.
Lesson learned. Garage door opener does not go in the poop bag pocket.
Have you ever lost anything on a walk?