We almost had to move out

Well yesterday was great....let's just say it ended that way. The rain from the night before was fabulous, we needed it terribly. The morning was damp and cool and it stayed over cast all day. I love days like that. I like them more when I can be at home curled up with a book but, well they are still nice from a 4th floor office window. At any rate the day was status quo until the kids did not call to say they were home.

Well as any good parent would do we panicked!

Come to find out the kids made it home just fine, BUT they let my dad's dog out. My dad who loves this dog more than life, that dog.They let him out while they were coming in from school and because it was THAT dog thus negated to usual we are home phone call. The severity of the situation, I will agree, did warrant mass panic. Chloe apparently is not one who can deal with the stress of a magnanimous situation. As she is running and crying and screaming for the dog. Just the thing you want to do to get a dog to come to you.... right? Exactly, wrong! Finally Bruce is able to reach Zoe on her cell phone and tell her to get her sister home and how to get the dog with much less drama.( Bruce had to do this the other day when we let THAT dog out)

Meanwhile from my office I am making plans with my brother for all of us to live at his house until my father leaves next week. Because under no circumstances was I going to live in my house with MY father who just lost HIS precious because of MY kids. DO you see the dynamic of this, he dog is more precious that his child or his grandchildren, maybe even himself. My mother was sure the dogs place was over hers but, that's a story for another day. My father is a wonderful man just not the kind you want to live with, unless he is an invalid and then he is fabulous house company. As it is now he is no longer and invalid and he has returned to his tyrant state. BLAH.

I promptly sent a text to my brother letting him know the situation to which his heart dropped as well. Maybe he was thinking a complete evacuation of Houston was in order. Considering my fathers temper he might have been right. At the end of the exasperating ordeal the precious dog was found and taken home, I sent the survival text to my brother which he responded to with THANK GOD. To which I am assuming ment he stopped packing his house as well. LOL

We ended the night  quietly with dinner out and a sewing lesson for the girls. I am teaching them the basic stitching techniques on canvas with yarn before I turn them loose on cloth with a real sharp needle. The stories from this ought to be enlightening LOL

Have a great day!