First, nobody gets hurt in this story.
Remember Baby Jessica the kid who fell down the well? I remember thinking how does that sort of thing happen? Your kid – who’s like four- is out in the back yard alone and is unsupervised long enough to fall down a friggin well. Really? I have come to realize “Really”.
Picture this – I am in the dining room working on the computer and T is in the den with the dogs’ – Walt and Coco – watching the Silver Surfer. That puts he and I about twenty feet from each other with a door closed in between. Ward is at the store. I feel confident it is a safe situation because the chances of Thorin walking away from the Silver Surfer to get in trouble are about as likely as me turning off Project Runway or anything with Timothy Olyphant (IMDB him) in it.
Maybe ten minutes go by or was it more? I happened to look up from the computer and see out the window a little boy with a cowboy hat on standing next to a German ShepWTF that’sTandWalt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (This fact that ‘I happened to’ almost makes me vomit later as do all the other “what ifs”- they crossed the street and got hit by a car, someone creepy found them, etc., etc., etc) I scream and instead of running out the front door putting me about 50 feet from where I saw them I ran out the back – like I had to check the den to make sure it wasn’t their doppelgangers outside – and added about 200 feet between me and them. And, “Them” were on a corner intersection.
Screaming and running, I caught up to them walking down the block side by side. I grabbed Walt by the collar and pulled T to me. T cried to continue their walk and Walt looked at me like “Hey, I’m here with him where were you?” As I was walking-arguing them back home Ward pulled up in the car and asked why I was “Walking Walt without a leash?”
I wanted to say, “I couldn’t find the leash?” or “Walt got out so T had to go with me to find him?” If I was a complete jerk I could have gotten away with it – Thorin’s articulation and verbal acuity is such that he literally couldn’t say anything different had happened. And, Walt has never been what you would call a “talker”. Instead I told the truth.
“Kari (shock and deep disappointment there) how exactly did that happen?”
After much deconstructing on Ward and my part we discovered Ward had left the back door unlock and unbeknownst to us T’s physical strength was such that he now could open the door. And, I was not paying attention. New rules: outside doors are locked and Thorin really can’t be left alone for ten minutes or maybe longer. At least right now.
New insight. Walt-the-dog has a boy and he takes his responsibility seriously. He sleeps in T’s room at night. He stayed with him on their little journey around the corner. More than that T was safe because Walt was with him. He had his back.
P.S. – After my hands stopped shaking I called my mother and apologized for every scary thing I ever did as a kid.