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pinched.
“It’s a good thing that the dogs were outside,” he stated.
Jo laughed, “Yeah, there is nothing like a wet nose to spoil the mood.”
Mike chuckled. He found his boxers and put them on. He walked to the kitchen door, and sure enough, there were two wet, bedraggled dogs sitting on the stoop. Fiona whined as he looked out the door at them.Doggy smiles and wet tongues tickled his legs as he let them in. He herded them back to the door so that they wouldn’t run through the house, getting everything wet.
“Babe, help, need towels.”
He heard quick footsteps as Jo ran to the room, dumped the clothes on the bed, and then ran to get towels. He was about to lose the game that the dogs were intent on playing, when she came in with the towels they use for the dogs. She was dressed now, having taken the time to pull on shorts and a t-shirt when she was in the bedroom. She wrapped Moira up in a towel and started drying her off. Mike grabbed Fiona and started drying her. The towels were bitten and tugged, by the dogs, more interested in playing than getting dry. It took a while, but eventually, the dogs were dry, the floor mopped up, and the frenetic energy in the dogs wound down. Mike put the scraps and food in the bowl for the dogs, and they were busy eating.
Jo stood beside Mike. He put his arm around her, and she leaned her head against him. She sighed, “One more disaster diverted.”
Mike smiled, “You know it’s going to get worse with two or three kids in the mix.”
“Yeah, but they’ll be our kids, and our mess to deal with.” She looked at him, “Think you can handle it, big guy.”
He looked at her, “Honestly, it’s a little overwhelming for me. I trained to deal with death and destruction. Raising kids,” he looked back at the dogs, “and praying that I’m doing a good job, hoping that I don’t screw up and raise serial killers,” he paused, “that scares the hell out of me.”
Jo stood up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll be right here with you.”
“Thank God. If kids are half as bad as those two, I’ll need all the help I can get,”Mike put his arms around Jo, and squeezed.
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He woke up thirty minutes before the alarm. Whenever he had a trip or a mission, he woke up early. Something in his psyche would bring him out of a deep sleep, so that he wouldn’t be late. It was Monday, and Mike had to get on the road early. He lay next to Jo, listening to her breath, chest rising and falling. He moved carefully and turned off the alarm. He didn’t want to wake her. He lay motionless and listened to the stillness of the house, and the soft patter of rain on the roof. He looked over occasionally at the alarm clock to see the time, and watched the countdown until he had to get out of bed. The alarm clock displayed 0415 hours, 4:15 AM in civilian speak. He moved slowly to get out of bed. Jo stirred, then rolled over and went back to sleep. He walked softly through the bedroom and out into the kitchen. He shut the door to the bedroom. Then he flipped on the lights.
The dogs were in their kennels. Jo took them on Friday to the vet, and they were spayed. Mike and Jo went on Saturday afternoon to pick them up. Neither one was very happy with the operation, andneeded a lot of attention on the way to the truck. They walked into his legs, and tried to hide under vehicles, not understanding the source of the pain. He and Jo spent the day feeding the girls drugs for infection and pain. Jo sat with Fiona, and Mike
“It’s a good thing that the dogs were outside,” he stated.
Jo laughed, “Yeah, there is nothing like a wet nose to spoil the mood.”
Mike chuckled. He found his boxers and put them on. He walked to the kitchen door, and sure enough, there were two wet, bedraggled dogs sitting on the stoop. Fiona whined as he looked out the door at them.Doggy smiles and wet tongues tickled his legs as he let them in. He herded them back to the door so that they wouldn’t run through the house, getting everything wet.
“Babe, help, need towels.”
He heard quick footsteps as Jo ran to the room, dumped the clothes on the bed, and then ran to get towels. He was about to lose the game that the dogs were intent on playing, when she came in with the towels they use for the dogs. She was dressed now, having taken the time to pull on shorts and a t-shirt when she was in the bedroom. She wrapped Moira up in a towel and started drying her off. Mike grabbed Fiona and started drying her. The towels were bitten and tugged, by the dogs, more interested in playing than getting dry. It took a while, but eventually, the dogs were dry, the floor mopped up, and the frenetic energy in the dogs wound down. Mike put the scraps and food in the bowl for the dogs, and they were busy eating.
Jo stood beside Mike. He put his arm around her, and she leaned her head against him. She sighed, “One more disaster diverted.”
Mike smiled, “You know it’s going to get worse with two or three kids in the mix.”
“Yeah, but they’ll be our kids, and our mess to deal with.” She looked at him, “Think you can handle it, big guy.”
He looked at her, “Honestly, it’s a little overwhelming for me. I trained to deal with death and destruction. Raising kids,” he looked back at the dogs, “and praying that I’m doing a good job, hoping that I don’t screw up and raise serial killers,” he paused, “that scares the hell out of me.”
Jo stood up on her toes and kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll be right here with you.”
“Thank God. If kids are half as bad as those two, I’ll need all the help I can get,”Mike put his arms around Jo, and squeezed.
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He woke up thirty minutes before the alarm. Whenever he had a trip or a mission, he woke up early. Something in his psyche would bring him out of a deep sleep, so that he wouldn’t be late. It was Monday, and Mike had to get on the road early. He lay next to Jo, listening to her breath, chest rising and falling. He moved carefully and turned off the alarm. He didn’t want to wake her. He lay motionless and listened to the stillness of the house, and the soft patter of rain on the roof. He looked over occasionally at the alarm clock to see the time, and watched the countdown until he had to get out of bed. The alarm clock displayed 0415 hours, 4:15 AM in civilian speak. He moved slowly to get out of bed. Jo stirred, then rolled over and went back to sleep. He walked softly through the bedroom and out into the kitchen. He shut the door to the bedroom. Then he flipped on the lights.
The dogs were in their kennels. Jo took them on Friday to the vet, and they were spayed. Mike and Jo went on Saturday afternoon to pick them up. Neither one was very happy with the operation, andneeded a lot of attention on the way to the truck. They walked into his legs, and tried to hide under vehicles, not understanding the source of the pain. He and Jo spent the day feeding the girls drugs for infection and pain. Jo sat with Fiona, and Mike
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