We're baa-ack. Thank Heaven. Tennessee in three days means three days in the car, heaving it along the road by sheer will. Well, the engine helped.
It was a sad trip. We were, however, glad to see J's brother and his wife. She is now in the hospital with a broken leg and finger. This occurred as a result of a fall which happened two hours after (we thought) we left them safely at their home.
They have an adorable little dog (designer dog: cross between Bichon Frise and Poodle) which loves to chase its toy rabbit if you will just please throw it one more time. And one more, ad infinitum. That wee dog has a lot more energy than I do.
Especially now, when our 10 year old cat has more energy than I do. It takes us about a week to get back to normal.
Whatever normal is . . .
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The Egg Beaters in the bowl sometimes have more energy that I do. At least they get whipped to a froth and I rarely do. Maybe the Bichon Frise will calm down as it ages. Or the ball can be filled with lead shot and it will take a little longer to bring it back - giving one a little rest in between throws....
The poodle half of the mix ensures that she doesn't shed. Who knew?
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