Adventure!

Last night my dad and I went on the longest walk ever. And by the longest walk every I mean we went this far:

(And yes, I have enough time on my hands to capture that image and annotate it. Each box is a house, to give you an idea of exactly how far we went.) In any case, the longest walk ever meant that I went right to bed and slept 11 hours and then went back to bed after I ate breakfast because I was exhausted. Despite my exhaustion, I convinced my mom and dad that it would be ok for me to try to take a drive to my house so I could see my dogs and pet them. The petting them was the only iffy part of the plan because Randi and Earl are quite exuberant and like to jump. And at 79 lbs and 90ish lbs that's a lotta dog to brace for. Earlier in the week, Earl had knocked Steffi over and she had to have her wrist X-rayed to make sure that it wasn't broken. (It wasn't and Steffi will tell you that Earl was just being a dog.) I'll agree. I can see exactly what happened. Earl jumped up, unawares how that motion had started or how it would end and surprised the fuck that his front two feet were off the ground. This is a dog for whom it routinely takes 15-20 minutes to figure out how to get in the bed. All this doesn't really matter because jumping is dangerous when the dog is 90 lbs.

Anywhoos so my dad and I went on an adventure to my house. We had a plan and the plan was to arrive specifically during the hours dedicated to nap time because the dogs are less active in the hours dedicated to nap time. Randi takes nap time so seriously that when my dad was over there last he couldn't find her, despite calling and calling and finally, when he was about to start hunting the neighborhood he found her underneath a bush tree, all four legs straight up in the air. She was so sound asleep that she didn't even wake up when he pushed her with his foot. (He thought she might be dead!) Finally she woke up, he said, when Earl ran over and jumped on top of her. The second part of the plan was that I would go in the house through the back and then I would sit on the couch with the walker around me as protection. I shuffled in the house, sat down and said, "Ok, Dad, I'm ready." And he opened up the door.

For the most part they were pretty good. Clark laid on top of me and climbed on my lap and Randi jumped over the side of the couch to sit next to me. I think the combined forces of heat and nap time kept them pretty calm and we left about a half an hour later with me covered in enough dog hair to make another dog. One thing is certain....those guys need a bath.

Then my sister and Max came over to babysit me while my mom and dad went down the hill. Maximus, currently can be called Gasimus because he's quite gas-y stinky boy! (But still the Cutest Baby in the World!)

I'm putting all the books I plan to read in the next week on my shelf because I'm tired of changing it daily.