Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Sunday afternoon as we headed over to a friend's house for dinner, Denver's zipper broke completely off. Denver was terribly distraught and worried that everyone would notice and make fun of him. I assured him that no one would even know and that he didn't need to worry about it. Then, Mark said, "Yeah, nobody even cares about zippers except for dogs."
Denver seemed convinced except for one last question, "Do the Nelsons have a dog?"
"Nope. They might have a cat but they don't have a dog." Mark had been there before to help bail out their basement and was sure there was no dog but he thought maybe he'd seen a cat. And the boys love cats so pretty soon the zipper was forgotten and all sorts of memories about Grandma's cat, Zeke and Melanie's cat, Natasha dominated the kids' conversation.
So we arrived at the Nelson's and enjoyed a fabulous dinner of Paella and Tortilla. The kids ran off to play and we sat around chatting for quite some time. Then we wandered outside to swing with the babies and let Caleb run around a bit. One by one the kids trickled out and that's right about when Denver met Max--the Nelson's German Shepherd. We didn't know they had the dog until we entered the back yard. And unfortunately for Denver, we couldn't see who was coming out the back door when they were coming. So there was no way to warn Denver about the dog and no one to distract Max. So when Denver entered the backyard, Max pounced and Denver grabbed hold of his zipper and let out a yelp and started running. Fast! I haven't laughed so hard in a long time and poor Denver--He'll probably never like dogs, or zippers for that matter, ever again. I just wish I could have heard what was running through Denver's thoughts at that very moment.
posted by Shana # 10:16 AM 
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