Now for those who don't know, Top Dog is a pretty big deal. The Top Dog gets a certificate and a ridiculous 8X10 photo of themselves which are then hung in the center of the daycare lobby for all other dogs and dog owners to see.
We were SO. PROUD. (I'm pretty sure every dog gets this award eventually)
That's the good news.
And then something bad happened.
Just a few weeks later I was back at doggy daycare, picking up our spoiled rotten dog. I proudly walked in to the lobby and asked, "Is my Top Dog ready to go home yet?" (after he received the Top Dog award, I was that annoying dog mom going around calling him "Top Dog"). The owner was sitting at the front desk at the time, and he casually said "Yeah, Sherman's ready, but I need to talk to you about something first."
My heart sank. I knew this couldn't be good.
Did something happen to my sweet Sherman, the Top Dog? Did another dog bite him? Was another dog mean to him? Did he get hurt by being too sweet?
"Sherman has been destructive."
"Sherman has been tearing up pieces of our flooring and ripping off parts of the padding on our fences."
Destructive?? HUH??? But Sherman has never ever ever destroyed anything in his entire life.
Sometimes I hate photography.
"Has anything changed at home?"
"Do you know why Sherman might be acting up?"
"Do you know why this might be happening?"
I casually tugged at my yellow cardigan, which I wore in an attempt to help hide my protruding belly and I ... lied.
"No sir. Nothing has changed."
I'm not exactly sure why I lied. I'm not exactly sure why I didn't just say,"Well actually yes. I'm pregnant and I've been sick and maybe once or twice I had to tell Sherman to lay down and be quiet." Oops. But I lied to the owner and said "No sir. Nothing has changed. Nothing at all." And then I grabbed my destructive dog and ran to the car and ... wait for it ... I cried. 50% pregnancy tears; 50% I'm just a big baby. Wait. Maybe 80% pregnancy tears; 20% I'm just a big baby.
When we got home I told Dan the story through ridiculous pregnancy tears and said "Dan, Sherman is going to get kicked out of daycare!" and truly thought it was the end of the world. What did Dan do? He said "Oh Tiff, calm down. He's not going to get kicked out of daycare. It wasn't even his fault. Someone should have been watching him. Where were his supervisors?!"
I think we both might need to work on our parenting skills a tad before this baby arrives. I can just see us now ... five years down the road ... our sweet little nugget getting in trouble for the very first time.
The mom crying hysterically.
The dad saying "but it wasn't his fault!"
Good job, Tiff.
Good job, Dan.