Even though I'm not going into the office today, this morning marked the third day of getting up (trying to get up!) with the alarms. I feel like I slept pretty hard and soundly last night, despite Maisy (and, therefore, everyone else) needing to go out around 3:30. And, despite our house guest, too! Yes, Swamp River Ridge is hosting an unexpected visitor through Monday night: a 9-month old or so black puppy named Lexie! Her parents planned to drop her off at the local kennel last night on their way out of town but didn't call first . . . and so didn't realize, until the last minute, that the kennel was closed for the holiday! Whoops! When her stressed owners called last night to ask if I could stop by their house to let her out each time I drove by, I quickly said, "Don't you two worry about a THING! Leave all her stuff in the porch, and I will pick her up on my way home. She'll spend Christmas with me and the rest of the crew."
Tucker wouldn't let her into the back seat of the truck last night, so she got to ride shotgun up front with me. And, once we reached the winter driveway, I taught her how to be a plow dog (BRACE yourself when we "gently" smash into a big pile of snow)! And, unlike Tucker - who I FORGOT to teach that lesson to the first time he went plowing with Maisy and me - she didn't roll off the seat once! ;) The only "problem" we've encountered is the fact that she likes to chase the cats. Dosie is dumb enough (or should that be "smart enough"?) to just sit there, so there's no danger of things toppling over as they run through the house. Bonzi is another story, and I have NO idea where she took shelter after the last disastrous crusade, even though I've looked for her. I think she'll be plenty happy when I take Lexie away for the afternoon!
|The main road, unplowed, yesterday.|
|Red arrow denotes Plow Guy.|