Sunday without Duane

YEAH RIGHT!

So much for making plans to chill with the dog. 6:30 Sunday morning rolls around and I get to wake up to a doorbell ringing over and over again. (Turned out to be nothing scary, just a schedule mix up). After that, I thought if I let Brandi out she'd let me sleep in. So I let her out and went back to bed where she decided she wanted to play with her ball and give me puppy kisses until I threw it for her. She's too cute to resist. So by 7:10 she had me up and running.

It's now about 7:30 and I'm standing in the grocery store buying just a couple of essentials to get us through. The dog is in the car because I'm not buying anything perishable and I figured she'd like to go for a walk on the bike trail in LaCrosse. This is about the time the phone rings. It's Duane. Grandpa Duenow fell and was going to go to the hospital with a broken hip, would I meet them at the hospital in Willmar? Of course I would, no question but "Aargh..."

I still took Brandi for a decent walk since she was about to spend the day essentially alone. She liked it. By 9:30 we were home, she was pooped and I was on my way out the door again. I remembered to call the Mom's with a Happy Mother's Day and I remembered to call my sister Emily and beg her to check on Brandi later. By the time I was a couple hours north I got called and told to go to St Cloud instead, which I did. After a few hours in the emergency room (all is as well as it can be with Grandpa, he's still feisty and wanting to go home!) it was time to turn around and head home. This time I had to drop Duane off with his bike (about an hour north of the direction I needed to go) so it was about 10:30pm by the time I got home.

The sad part is...when my headlights flashed over the windows as I turned into the driveway, I distinctly saw a Brandi dog sitting at the window waiting for ANYBODY to come home. It was really cute. I felt bad for leaving her so long until I got inside and found a note from Emily that not only had she remembered to come by to feed and poop the dog...but she took some time to play fetch and get puppy kisses of her own. Brandi sends her MANY MANY thanks to Emily (and so do Duane and I...we don't like to clean up if she has an accident!)

So there you have it. No fun pictures. A long weekend. Not the greatest weekend, but hey...Grandpa is doing fine, the dog survived, Pa came home, and my cold is lightening up...things certainly could be worse!

Hope your days and nights are treating you well, thanks for reading!