a first

We knew the day would come. The first night staying out late by herself. The feeling of freedom knowing she can come back when she damn well pleases. A night of anything goes, a chance to sow her oats.

Poor Gracy got her chance the other night. We had let her out when we came home from work and completely forgot to bring her back in when we went to bed. Poor girl was waiting at the back door when I went to let Chance out in the morning. Thankfully it didn’t rain that night.