This meant I was back home by 8:00, and I was cold. Then I released the hound to do her business while I waited by the door. Sadie is notorious for running completely amok around the golf course and terrorizing the geese.
This is Sadie in Doggie Jail after her last amok-running adventure.
She dug a hole to Pago-Pago and then wouldn't come home, even when Brett was standing right there breathing out threatenings against her.
He finally had to carry her home, where she was showered to within an inch of her disobedient life and then put in jail to dry off.
Those geese have enough to worry about, frankly, since it is apparent their navigator has lost the map. They're still here, lacing up their tiny mukluks and frantically knitting beanies. And pooing, because that's the divine right of geese everywhere.
So I stood by the door -- something my husband doesn't have to know since I kind of let him believe I take Sadie out on the leash to minimize all the goose group therapy -- and I got really cold.
So once I had bribed the dog back into the house by rustling a bag of corn chips and shouting, "Sadie! Want it?" -- securing for myself the title of 'World's Worst Animal Trainer' -- I went back upstairs, fluffed up the pillows, and climbed back into bed with my iPhone and my laptop.
I did some writing. Did some editing. Did a little catchup on Facebook and Words With Friends. (I'm playing against Amber at the moment, and the only letters I have are -- no kidding -- IO IOU OO -- which I'm pretty sure is nature's way of saying, "No purse shopping at TJ Maxx for DeNae.")
And I felt so very cozy in my warm, snuggly bed...
And all the pillows were so very, very fluffy and had settled just so...
And the dog was snoring peacefully on the floor, for a change not flatulating in that beautiful Sadie way that might, in other circumstances, have driven me from the room and possibly from the county...
And the next thing I knew, I had toppled over and fallen asleep for another hour and a half...
...and dreamed about two ornery geezers I knew in Seattle, who were arguing and arguing about whose turn it was to bring in the laundry from the curb.
Which just goes to show you, doesn't it?
Keep reading! You are NOT going to want to miss the astonishing giveaway I'm, you know, giving away!
- You may have noticed that bloggers have already raised nearly $7,000 for the Stella Harris Oaks Horizons of Hope scholarship for single mothers, a scholarship whose name could really use a bit of tightening up but which otherwise is completely awesome and life-changing.
- But we want more. More, more, more!! We're like that German kid in Willy Wonka (not the Johnny Depp one, the psychedelic acid trip Gene Wilder one) who drinks out of the chocolate river because just a little sip is not going to cut it.
- If you, my darling and generous readers, will donate $5 or more...
- And / or put the widget on your sidebars (click "share," copy the code, add it as an html 'gadget' on your blog) ...
- And / or write up a little post about this very cool project that just goes through November and then I'll stop pestering you about it...
- I'll put your names into a drawing, from which THREE lucky winners will be chosen...
- And I'll write your family Christmas letter for you.
- Last year's winners -- Melanie and Brooke -- give me a little AMEN on this. Tell everyone how amazing I made your families sound with my magical mojo Christmas letters!
- You get an entry for each thing you do, and TWO entries for blogging about the scholarship.
- You are even eligible if you donated when I blogged about it last week! I know! Retroactive benefits!
- Be sure to come back to this post and comment, so I know what you've done. You do NOT have to tell me how much you donated; just say, "I qualify for the donation one and the widget one," or whatever.
Whew! This has been absolutely exhausting. You know what to do. Just come back and tell me how awesome you've been.
And me? I'm gonna take a little nap.