I was reading Maxmom's blog and remembered something funny that happened to me during Christmas. Go ahead and read if you haven't already, it's really short and it sets up my story perfectly, I will wait until you return.
MAXMOM's Cracker dog
Awe,,isn't Toby the cutest? Okay, I needed to deliver a gift to a friend and I would only be in town one more time before Christmas. So, I called her and it was going to be great because I would get to meet the mom of her exchange student from Australia. I was so excited. As usual, I call beforehand to let her know I'm on the way only to learn that the airline had lost mom's luggage and they had to rush to the airport,,so sorry,,just leave the gift on the counter where yours is,,the side door is open don't let the dogs get you wet the groomers will have just left. Whoosh!!!
I was so bummed, but what can you do. So, I drove into the subdivision where my friend lives and saw two golden retrievers out in the road and they were wet, oh and the temperature on my car dash said 38 degrees! Well, that silly groomer must've left the door open!! I thought I would take them in and dry them. So, I pulled into the driveway where they were and called them to me and one of them tried to jump up on me which, of the couple, they usually do but I said no and we went in the house well behaved. That is when my world got fuzzy, my friend's house opens up into a great room; I was in a hallway. But, I chalked that up to not always going in this particular door. Then I glanced to my right and the wall was COVERED in diplomas that ended in the wrong name and to my left was a elderly gentleman rising up from a mahogany reading chair, with reading glasses down his nose. I sputtered "I thought these dogs were my friends, they just got groomed as well and it's so cold outside." "They are four houses that way" he pointed back up the street, well I was so embarrassed I retreated promptly to my car and went to my friends house where her dogs were laying in their beds so sleepy and dry after being bathed by her groomer (and dried). I was told later that the other two
retrievers get loose and go swimming. Well, my friend and I had a good laugh. JP said it could be called breaking and entering, but really, the door was open and I was returning his stuff. Plus what a funny story I gave them (hopefully) he was able to laugh about it. I didn't stick around to see. Haha
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As always, blessings from the holler...