Ever Feel Like Hiding Under a Table?

     Have you ever felt like hiding under a table from pure embarrassment?  Have you ever said anything in which you realized right in the middle of your sentence that you just put your foot in your mouth?  You would think it would be safe playing basketball in your own backyard from some of these humiliating situations but my son found out that these horrible situations can arise just about anywhere! 

     It was a nice autumn afternoon..  The kind you just crave to get outside and do something just to smell the autumn air.  My son had convinced his dad to shoot some baskets with him in our backyard.  He hurried and laced his shoes up and before running out the door and called out , "HURRY DAD!"
Finally the two of the are shooting baskets when they heard some digging sounds from the yard next door.  The neighbors have an  adorable dachshund  who usually comes to our fence and greets us with a bark or two.  The digging sounds ended, however, that apparently didn't stop my husband from stopping the friendly basketball game to walk over to the neighbors backyard.

     The neighbor family were all out in the backyard.  Surprisingly, even the neighbor's sons who have moved away were all huddled together standing in a group.  I think my husband could have thought they were having a family barbecue??  But what about the digging sound?  He wanted to know what that digging sound was!!! So he had to ask! "Hey there," he greeted the family,as he laughed, "I think the dog is digging some holes around!"  The family glared at my husband.  At that point, my husband looked down at their feet and saw a mound of dirt.  While the family is still looking like they could attack my husband, the neighbor's wife, with precious tears in her eyes, tells my husband,  while holding her sons back "we just buried our dog."

Oh no!

    As their mouths dropped in unison, slowly and ever so numb, my son, looked at his father, and said, "way to go, Dad." and dropped the basketball and walked home.  My husband scrambled for words of sympathy and excused himself.  Both boys meet our family in the kitchen and my son informed me that the neighbors are really mad at dad! 

(two weeks later...different dog...)

     Two weeks later, we go to a party for a friend.  The mood in the room is cheery.  Everyone is laughing and enjoying each other's company.  Suddenly my husband walks in and sits down and looks at a lady sitting next to me whom he hasn't seen in months.  "How's your dog?" Everyone stops their individual conversations and looks at my husband.  The room that was once full of laughs, for some odd reason, NOT, grew rather silent!   I immediately glare at him across the table.  I literally can't believe he asked this.  Just months ago, this family's son called my husband sobbing because their dog just got hit from a car and died.  My husband had totally forgot! He is the ONE who told ME!   I am sitting next to this lady and apologizing up and down, while looking at my husband in complete shock!

      "What was his name, "Crusty?" my husband asked?  Why does he put me in these situations?  Doesn't he know when you are married you are "one?"  The lady sternly looks at my husband and replies, "WHY, would I name my dog, Crusty?"  (Crusty?? Really, Crusty??? )  Her son then lets him know that when the dog was hit, his eyeball fell out. The boy is smiling because it sounded nice and disgusting.   Now this obviously was not the son who called my husband in tears. I am thankful the boy who called my son was not in attendance at the party.  Her younger child in her princess voice kept asking, "Why are they talking about my dog?"  Thankfully the people at the party know my husband's heart and know he loves their family. 

       I don't hide under tables anymore, but I must admit, I used to when I was younger. That is  another story entirely.  It is pre-elementary years and confidential!    I let God handle things now.  Although it must be interesting to watch my face go through all the shades of red during one of these episodes.   The above stories were written about my husband just because they happened within weeks of each other and they were strangely both about dogs.  He thinks and breaths dogs lately.  He has had a change of lifestyle and is doing it ever so gracefully.  I have said before, we are so blessed!