We rented a horror movie and I got all freaked out. It wasn’t even that scary but my active imagination ya know… So I was in the kitchen making an apple pie and Alan was in the bedroom with the dogs and Isabelle. The door was closed so the mixer noise wouldn’t wake her. I was all alone. Oh did I mention it was 2:45 am in the morning?

So anyhoo…back to what I was saying. I’m all freaked out looking behind my shoulder at the dark room behind me and I finally decide I don’t want to be alone and am going to drag Nestle out of her warm bed to sit up with me while I bake.

I go into the room and call her name and try to get her to come. But she refuses. Smart dog. Why get out of a nice warm bed in the middle of the night to hang out with a crazy woman? So I keep calling her and I say, “Come on Nestle! Come on bitch!” She just stares at me. So Alan says, “Use the F word“. And I’m all confused. I’m thinking how is that going to get her to come? But I try anyways. I say, “Come on you f****** bitch!.”

Then Alan says, “not that word honey. Front. Use front. That’s why we paid for puppy school.”

DUH! So I say, “front Nestle!” and up she pops and follows me into the kitchen. Good dog like usual. Gawd I’m a moron. You would think I swear like a sailor since that’s the F word I automatically thought of first.