When mom’s away…
I’ve been on vacation this week. A much needed, long awaited break from the grindstone of work. I had fully intended on having a week’s worth of posts in the queue, but I only got as far as two before I realized we were leaving in 12 hours and I hadn’t packed a single thing.
So I’ve been trying to get some stuff done at night on a less than reliable wifi network, rushing such things as picking images for posts- which may or may not get you in trouble when you accompany a post about an aggressive husky with the image of a growling shepherd- and to those who were offended, I apologize. I can only plead mercy, and the fact that I was a wee bit rushed and may or may not have had a pina colada or two in the system while posting.
Brody and Apollo have remained in the care of one of my trusty co-workers, who aside from a quick text message the first night asking an unrelated question about the electronics has been blessedly silent. This means one of several things. Either:
1. All is well;
2. All is disastrous but she doesn’t want to ruin my vacation;
3. She tripped in a puddle of pee Brody accidentally left behind and has been unconscious for 3 days.
Let’s hope for (1). I wasn’t even off the plane at my destination before my boss, who was kind enough to let Brody come to work and hang out on a couple of the long days, sent me a picture message showing his incorrigible begging and informing me that he was barking at her for the dire injustice of refusing to share her lunch with him. I can’t imagine what she must think of me. I swear I don’t give him my lunch and he has no reason to believe this is likely to result in anything.
Unruly, begging, cake stealing teenager! Despite this I can’t BELIEVE how much I miss the little hairballs. I’m afraid Brody will be up to 60 pounds by the time I get back and I won’t recognize him. Or worse, he won’t recognize me.
Next week I’ll be back with my regular posting, including pictures and, oh, responding to posts and the like. I’m ready to head back home.
