You see it all started last Friday when we decided to go to Walmart to purchase one of the kids' favorite movies- Bed Time Stories. The reason why the kids like this movie so much is because the guinea pig in it looks just like one of ours, Dorothy. My husband was away on a fishing trip and the movie seemed like a great idea. When he left that morning, I was glad that he had the chance to do something he enjoyed but rarely had the chance to do- that was until the accident happened. After returning from the store, I opened the door expecting to see the dogs. The dogs always wait right there for me; but they weren't there now. Something was terribly wrong. I ran upstairs and found my worst nightmare. We had been gone for about an hour and during that time, the dogs had found the guinea pigs, tipped over the cage and destroyed my daughter's room. I found our beagle under my daughter's bed. No matter how loudly I called him, he wouldn't come out. My first thought was that he had hurt his neck again and couldn't move... but then I noticed the smile on his face. Honest, he really was smiling. He clearly was not in pain. Finally, I noticed it- the body. This lifeless body had been the favorite guinea pig; this was the one who looked just like the guinea pig in the movie, the entire reason for leaving the house in the first place! I started screaming to my daughter that I was sorry, I was so, so sorry. My daughter, son and I all started to wail; I'm surprised no one called the police with the amount of noise we were making. Then I realized that my husband- the one who hunts and fishes and can chop off the head of a snake without flinching- was hours away from home. The questions flooded my mind. Why, oh, why did this happen the only day he wasn't home? What am I going to do with the body? Where is the other guinea pig? How am I going to help my children??? Soon the answers came. My beagle got out from under the bed, covertly grabbed the "evidence" and ran outside with it. My lab followed him outside and helped (we'll just say) dispose of the body. I found the other guinea pig in the room my lab had been patrolling. I took my daughter upstairs (away from any window to witness the "disposal" of the body) and told her to take care of the guinea pig who survived. My son curiously watched me clean up the mess. That, of course, was when I remembered that I was out of carpet cleaner. By the way, that Pledge for everything really does clean everything. I made my kids grab a snack and we hopped into the car to find another guinea pig. Oh, and we also found a cage- with a lock. How did I take care of my children? I just kept telling them to thank God that one guinea pig did survive. To be honest, I don't know who I was trying to convince of God's love more- my kids or myself. Even though I knew what happened was terrible, really terrible, God was not to be blamed. I hope that at some point in the future they will remember that even though bad things happen, we can still thank God for being God. He may not provide for us in the way we would like (i.e., a husband being home), but He will still provide.
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