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"Am I losing my MIND?" - A Dog Story

The above is something my 6 year old frequently says when she's joking about forgetting something. It's cute and endearing and I love her little voice when she says it and laughs at herself. I find myself slightly less entertaining when I am "losing my mind".
"What do you mean 'losing your mind'?", you may be asking yourself.
Take a seat on the rug, dear reader. It's story time.
Last night was the girls' first night back home for the week. After feeding them a healthy dinner of Little Caesar's, root beer, and potato chips (I get one crappy meal each week and I took it early this time), I started the massive undertaking that is bedtime.
At one point, my 6 year old remembered that she had something in the car that she needed. I can't remember what it was. Cut me some slack, I'm losing my mind, remember? Anyway, I ran into the garage and the dog followed me, like he always does because for some reason he loves me, even though I never spend time with him.
I came back in the house and finished reading stories with my littles. I laid my body down in bed with them (like I do every night) and just as they were about to doze off, I heard barking. My 3 year old bolts upright and says, "Mommy! You have to let [sic] Magick in!"
"No, baby, Maverick is in the house. I already let him in." At this point, I am annoyed that my dog chose THIS moment to start barking at the neighbors. Seriously dog. Why aren't you scratching your stomach on the carpet by the bed like you do every other night? Do you hate me?
By and by, my girls fell asleep and just to be sure, I checked the leash by the door to the backyard. No dog. I called his name. No response.
Then I heard barking again from downstairs.
At this point, because you are intelligent readers, you have already figured out what I was still oblivious to. Of course, the dog was still in the garage.
This is the "losing my mind" part. I thought to myself, "Why is he barking downstairs? Why isn't he up on the couch? Weird dog."
And I proceeded to pick up the house, play a few games on my phone, and basically lounge around for another 20 minutes before it clicked.
THE DOG IS IN THE GARAGE.
I felt like a terrible human being, not only because I left him in there for approximately an hour, but also because, since I try to be a good steward to the environment (and my electric bill) by turning off lights when I exit a room, he was out there in the dark.
To make myself feel better, I gave him some of the canned food that he likes and cuddled him on the couch for the rest of the evening.
It's ok if I'm losing it, though, right? Senility, bring it on.

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