Brandy and Carl

My return to my home was determined Thursday in a whirlwind of drama and stress due to the fact that Randi and Earl had decided that they had had enough of being home alone and decided to leave. Presumably to look for me, but more than likely in search of cats or Mischief. When Pete got here the neighbor said that the dogs had been out several times and she had put them back and that Animal Control had brought them back for their "one time free return to owner" and left me a note. The courtesy "notice" lists "Brandy and Carl" as Akita mixes. Their Lojack chips got them back home. The whole evening was drenched in drama. Pete got here and called, but I didn't hear the phone because I was busy in the living room holding the Cutest Baby in the World and when I finally went to lay down I saw I had about ten phone calls from Pete and Steffi trying to get a hold of me. (You know it's not going to be good when you've had ten missed calls.) Pete put the dogs in the house and turned on the swamp cooler and when I got that message I yelled, while simultaneously rolling out of the bed and putting on my back brace and gathering up my walker, "Dad, we've got to go, NOW." We left and I had visions of carnage in my house. Ripped couches, quilts, dog throats, fluff all over the place. But when we got here the fuckers were just fine. In fact, they were so tired for whatever the fuck they were doing they have hardly left the house since Thursday evening.

My dad went right to work making sure the fence was working, dutifully testing it by touching it and then by taking "Brandy and Carl" over and touching them to the fence so that they knew it would shock them. I had Jessica come and stay with me Thursday and Friday (and if my mother asks Saturday night as well) because I wasn't sure how I would be by myself. As it is, it's tiring being here by myself. I'm still recovering from everything I did on Thursday. I gotta make my own coffee, get my own lunch, try to pick up everything I drop with my pinchers. Since my house wasn't quite ready for my premature return, my dad has been here every day trying to fix the things that needed to happen before I came home.

I guess, despite all of the craziness with the animals, it's better I came home on Thursday. I think my mom and dad were over having me there all the time; it's clear when choosing between me or the Cutest Baby in the World, I come in way after the Snickerdoodle. So in essence, Randi and Earl were just jump starting my recovery because they didn't want me plateau. They knew I could do it. The other plus I've discovered is that I sleep so much better when Randi is the 'bolster pillow' for my back. Friday night I was snuggled between her and Clark and was sleeping pain free on my side until Randi got off the bed and without her "support" I had to change positions.