Sometimes my dogs really surprise me. This past weekend was a complete blur. It was nonstop go here, go there and get this done in a two day period. This meant the dogs had to stay home by themselves and left to their own devices. This has not translated well for us in the past. We’ve come home to mass destruction and chaos throughout the house. It has always amazed me how much mayhem they can wreak in a short period of time, so you can imagine my trepidation at abandoning them for the major part of a two day period.
Saturday morning started off with the first stop of the day going to the grocery store. We took the dogs and left them barking in the back of the car, which caused the usual head turning and stares of the other patrons. After the unloading the groceries and putting everything out of harm’s way, the marathon of go here go there began. First stop was to go watch my granddaughter play soccer. You can imagine the group chaos with a bunch of three and four year olds running around chasing a ball. I wish I had brought my camera. After the “Toddler Pre-Olympic” soccer match, we headed off to Menards in search of a corner shower stall. The one Mitch replaced four years ago is leaking, so now he has to take that one out and replace it with a new one. Re-do of a remodel, oh joy.
We had great success and found what we needed and it was on sale. Bonus! We loaded it up and headed home with enough time for me to mow the yard and run the weed eater. Sunday we spent the whole day helping a friend pack and move all of her belongings to a new home. It was a rushed move, so a lot of packing was also involved. By the time we finished up with the chaotic move I still had to buy dog food, because there wasn’t enough for dinner Sunday evening. I don’t think I would have survived the night without dog food for them.
Walking in the house with one eye closed in hopes that at least a couple of walls survived the weekend, I was totally amazed to find all three of them patiently waiting at the door for me. Barking and raising a huge fuss but I would expect nothing less from them. They had been perfect angels, nothing out of place. Maybe there is hope.
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