Just keep swimming...

One week, two near death experiences from Hank and I've decided that children are definitely not the best idea for me.   I CAN'T keep it together.  I didn't keep it together when the ants attacked Hank and he almost died and I definitely did not keep it together today...

Today started out like every other day, my alarm went off, I got up out of bed and started my bath water.  Made coffee and let Goose out.  Hank stays inside with me while I take my bath but I typically let him out when I start to dry my hair.  I let him out this morning just like always, Goose was waiting at the door for him and they both run off to take care of business.  I dry my hair and go ahead and start curling it, giving the dogs a little extra play time outside. 

I go to the door, dressed with partially curled hair, for Goose to greet me.  I yell 'Hank', shut the door, and go back to curling.  I finish my hair, go back to the door, [hello Goose], but no Hank.  A little worried so I go outside, check around the house, but still no Hank.  Panic begins, now!  I run all over my yard, looking in all the ditching surrounding my house with Goose being goofy as ever chasing me.  Like I'm playing here, GOOSE YOUR BROTHER IS MISSING!!! 

After about ten minutes of searching I go inside, grab my phone, take off my blue jeans, throw on some shorts and put on my knee boots -- and head out the door.  I'm going to search the rice fields!  {Note:  I woke Tiffany up at this point!  Called and woke Lori up, called Dad and Jeremy both to come join the search party}  I needed some help and God forbid something happened to Hank, I would need someone there to slap me when I want to drink myself into a coma for emotional support.

I'm running around behind my house searching, Tiffany stayed up by the house looking.  I'm probably 20 to 30 minutes into my search when I hear Tiffany scream, "I GOT HIM!"  I have no idea if he is dead or alive but from what I can see she is holding him.  I run up to the house [FYI Folks, it is hot at 7am, really hot!  I'm sweating and hoping that I don't have to reshower and fix my hair again.]  When I get to the porch there is Tiffy, holding Hank in a towel and he is soaked and muddy!!  She found him out in the rice field by my house -- he was buried up in the mud with his head sticking out of the water.  Thank God she found him, he would have died during the day if we wouldn't have. 

Cory and I talked the other day - It's like the awful movie Final Destination.... Hank has missed death several times but it keeps coming back!  I will now be a helicopter Mom, hovering over him at all times.  He is not going to like this....

So new rules at the Williams/Bullard household -- No dogs in rice fields, not even Goose.  No dogs around ants.  No dogs around trash -- they puke and it makes Tiffany sick.  No babies.

Amen.