Sorry for the quiet; I’ve been running for weeks. Now I am running out of steam, and feeling too tired to raise my head. I’m embarrased to admit it, but my 60+ momma is running me ragged. Well, her, and working till midnight most every day.
The wedding in CA was fabulous. Everything went without a hitch, the bride was stunning, and started to give some luminescent grins when her nerves wore off. I danced like a maniac, drank like one too. After the reception, which was at a gorgeous old victorian with a turret that housed a giant bathtub (heaven!), we took the keg home and played drunken ping pong.
Then came the long, long, long drive home. I made it down there in 24 hours, backroads half the time, and stuck to interstates on the way back with the momma, which cut the time down to 22 hours. Woo hoo. I was fully in pain by the end of that run, and I don’t think I’ve gotten my breath back just yet. I’ve been running here and there, seeing the sights in between motel shifts. But I love it. I’ve got a visitor! And she cleans, too! Today she did my laundry!
Yesterday we were wandering the backroads home from Missoula, and ended up on a little dirt logging road, not a house or a soul in sight the entire time. Halfway to nowhere, we came across the friendliest old dog in the world, panting like crazy, and very unwilling to leave our truck. We had to turn around 10 minutes later, and when we got back to that point in the road, there he was, looking pitifully hot and thirsty, and needful of a friend. I opened the tailgate, and he jumped right in and settled down.
Later we realized that we probably kidnapped someone’s hunting dog, and they were out in the forest for hours calling him, but at the time we thought we were being very good samaritan-ish. We took him to the address on his collar, and he hopped out, greeted by another lumping old American Brown dog, that came around the corner with a bit of turf or something in his mouth. No people anywhere, so we just turned around and headed home. I’m actually a little tickled by the thought of his owners coming home and finding him, flabbergasted as to how he got there. He’s just gonna grin that quiet grin of his, and they’ll never know.
I would have selfishly brought the hound home.. Hey, thinking maybe you DO need a hound for your properties! Dogs are great companions.. Tho it sounds like you aren't home much lately... Glad to see you posting and you enjoyed your jaunt.
Posted by: amy | October 09, 2004 at 08:40 PM
Houseguests are fun...especially when they clean! (I could use one of those myself right now...) Love the 'droppping off the dog' story...that oughta stump his owners! :)
Posted by: Marilyn | October 10, 2004 at 04:21 AM