So, did I say anniversary weekend has been full of drama?

On our way to Austin from Dallas we stopped at Carl's Corner where there was almost an issue with Oz and some big dog NOT ON A LEASH!!!

Then we get back on the road and haven't gotten much more than a mile when we see am medium sized scruffy thing IN THE MIDDLE OF THE INTERSTATE. So I have a heart attack. We pull over. Jon somehow manages to a) coax it down from the concrete wall which is a good10 foot drop abd b) get Oz's leash on him. He smells like dead fish, so we go to the Wal-mart (the office where his rabies tag came from was closed) and they were going to have us take him to the pound, which we wouldn't do.

Instead Jon bought some shampoo, anti anxiety tabs and a rawhide and the garden department let us use their hose (shout out to Hillsboro Wal-mart garden dept!) to get him washed up.

Now we seem to have a new travelling companion at least until we can try to find his owners on Monday.

If he stays with us, his name? Lucky 13.

Great name and I love that you rescued a dog on your anniversary trip. Daisy Jane, you and your DH are good people.

I flipped out like a mammal on Grace's case worker. DME will appear this weekend. I'll believe it when I see it.

Daisy, that is crazy.

I am back from dinner and drinks with some old coworkers. Unfortunately two beer is turning into a killer headache.

Sudafed 12-hour loopiness has kick into full gear. I feel utterly stupid and glazed, but at least no longer like I'm going to throw up.

Wonder what'll happen if I try to write?

Kat, I'm amazed you didn't go medieval on that case worker's ass.

Geez, DJ. Lucky indeed to be found by y'all.

I am working a few hours tomorrow and then volunteering with my dad on Sunday.

Wow, Daisy you and Mr. Daisy rock!

This weekend is all about taming the yard before the grass and weeds totally engulf the house. Which starts with fixing the weedeater, whose brokenness precipitated the jungle-tude. I hope that all goes smoothly, because the front yard is just embarrassing and the backyard is unusable.

Sunday is bbq in the afternoon and maybe seeing my mom tap-dance in the evening, if the timing works out. Probably laundry in the morning because that is nearly as urgently needed to be done as the yard work, but not quite.

If we hadn't that's all I would have thought about all weekend (and probably longer). Oz is working out his frustrations over the whole thing on a giant bone.

Procedure ma for you and Gracie, Kat. I can't even imagine the frustration.

It's more Mr. Jane rocking. I mostly cried in the car and hoped neither of them got hit.

It's more Mr. Jane rocking. I mostly cried in the car and hoped neither of them got hit.

You both rock, with your go-with-the-flowedness and good hearts.