Welcome home Sarah!! Sister Sarah has been studying and gallivanting around London for the past 6 weeks and just got home this weekend. My parents and Narnie went to visit her and tour the area for the last week of her trip. I'm envious of all that they got to see and experience...but, not of all the traveling. Part of me wishes we got to go too. But I know I would have been miserable and worn out with all the walking, subway and train rides and long flights. Next time!
So, our duty while the family was gone was to keep Mitzi (my parent's shitzu). It was definitely our turn...as Mom & Dad have kept Penny so many times for us to travel and play. But, I have to say I was more than ready to pass her off today when they got home. Oh Mitzi, Mitzi, Mitzi...She's an old dog, prissy and set in her ways. And she loves my dad like nothing else. And why shouldn't she? He treats her like the princess: long walks, car rides wherever he goes, a little bit of wet food mixed in with her dry, and of course the endless table scraps. Penny always comes home way spoiled when she stays with them. To quote my mom, "When I die, I want to come back as one of Ted's dogs." Really, the animals at my parent's house have the good life.
So it's no wonder that when Ted is away Mitzi is prone to mild-severe depression. This can involve protesting food & treats, sleeping all day, and staying underneath the bed for hours (even when you have a platform bed that really is too close to the ground to be squeezing under). But Mitzi's prize-winning act of defiance this week was a little stunt she pulled last Saturday. Sonya and I had been to the grocery store getting stuff for the party and Kit was up at the pool relaxing. When we got home we were in and out of the garage bringing in groceries. On one of our "outs" back to the garage Mitzi saw her opening and slipped through the open door. And while I was focused on Mitzi, Penny made her escape.
So now both of the dogs are trotting down the street pleased with their Saturday adventure. I wasn't too concerned because we do live in a gated community. I yelled for Sonya to get their leashes and headed after them. It wasn't until I actually got to the gate opening that I realized there is a perfect dog-sized gap in the gate where cars come in. And there's no sign of the dogs. Shoot!! I leave the community and take off running down the street where I see Mitzi darting through traffic to the other side. So here I am 6 months pregnant, running down the street, screaming and half crying for Mitzi. All the while trying to call Kit on my cellphone. I know I looked like a lunatic. I wasn't as worried about Penny because I knew she would come when she was called. And she did. Thank goodness for Sonya! She came running behind me with leashes and immediately grabbed Penny (who hadn't made the trek across the street), leashed her and hung it on a stake in the ground. Then she took off across the street to fetch Mitzi.
Sonya was able to seduce Mitzi, wrangle her with the leash and bring her home. All the while I am in such a tizzy I'm afraid I have hurt the baby. It's not good to have such high emotions during pregnancy, right? But, we all survived. Mitzi survived my wrath...Baby B and I survived the whole ordeal. We even had just enough time for a cocktail (juice and sparkling water) and a short nap before the party. Mitzi, I love ya...but, I'm glad you're home.
In baby news, we bought our crib and changing table from Ikea yesterday! After months of deliberating and comparing we took the plunge. I have to give a big shout out to Kit who spent the majority of the day today putting them together. Thanks, love...they look great! They're still hanging out in a room half filled with other non-baby stuff...but, it's a start, right? It's nice being able to cross things off the long list.
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