If you know me at all, then this will come as no surprise to you: I have attachment issues.
I was inconsolable whenever I had to leave my pets and go to school, so my mom would remind me of one of my favorite books, "Wednesday Is Spaghetti Day," by Maryann Cocca-Leffler.
The book is about a cat who invites all her cat friends over every Wednesday for spaghetti while her humans are out -- my mom convinced me my dogs and cats did the same thing while I was at school so they didn't miss me much.
So, here is some real life proof pets like to THROW THE EFF DOWN while their owners are away.
You can almost hear the Slayer album they are surely listening to.
DOG PARTY! DOG PARTY! DOG PARTY!
Cooper Fleishman received this text from his mother and like the rest of us, he demanded answers.
Imagine having to tell anyone their dogs are on the roof? It's a tricky subject to broach.
Naturally, Cooper's mom informs him the neighbor "pretty much freaks out" and she was going to leave work "immediately." She also asked Cooper's mom to keep an eye on them.
Meanwhile, she noticed a van that was driving by pass the house stop quickly and back up. A mom and two teenage boys exited the van and were about as confused as you can imagine.
I love the image of this mother trying to talk the dogs down, like a cop/robber/hostage standoff.
The Dog Party had officially been busted.
Cooper's mom finished her epic tale,
By the time she left, they were on their bed, ready for a nap after their big adventure. She came over to thank me and see my pix, but was very shook up. I gave her a bag of Easter Bread and one for the road.
All of my questions have been answered -- how they got on the roof, what happened, are they safe -- except one.
What's Easter bread?