I should be packing right now, but....
One last blog entry before we head to Italy on Thurs.
I had to share the latest adventures of Hank and Woody. I also wanted to post some photographs I took this week of the cutest Great Dane in the entire world. (Sorry Hank and Woody, she's pretty cute)
So, we headed to the lake this past weekend to celebrate a friend's birthday at a cabin. It was a lovely time. It started out with a the oddest Chuckie Cheeze style Mexican restaurant with clowns, magicians and phallic sword balloons. (Pics to come.)
Then it was chillin at the cabin, cruising on the boat, with interludes of our friend's breast pump parties. Saturday about 7:30 p.m. we are about to head out for a boat ride to a bluegrass concert and we get a message.
A guy in our neighborhood tells us our dogs are running around the neighborhood. Not anything to shocking. Hank finds a new hole to dig we haven't filled in with cement from time to time. Ryan decides to head down to the house to see if he can track them down after the neighbor can't locate them. He can't find them anywhere in the neighborhood, there are no holes, and the gate is open.
Turns out our neighbor's friend was helping get our neighbors dog in the backyard. Their dog was staying over with Hank and Woody and they were helping us out by feeding our dogs. So the gate was not fully latched and the dogs got out. Typically, they sprint around the cul-d-sac for a few hours and hang around the house.
Hank and Woody decided to blow the joint and make it a guys night on the town. By 12 am Ryan can't find them anywhere. I am up at the cabin worried sick that they had gotten hit or taken. About 2 am Ryan calls me. He is on his way to pick up the dogs. Some guys were up late playing Wii bowling and Hank and Woody showed up on their deck.
So here she is. Check out those grey eyes. Amazing!
