Wild Goose Chase

I dropped Harry off at the airport yesterday and was in a melancholy mood headed back to my house. I was sad to see him go, because goodbyes are the pits.  I was confident that we had used our time well and spent lots of it together, had good talks, good laughs...but no doubt I was going to miss him.

Then my phone rang.  It was Chip calling from home.  Emergency, Emergency!  Harry left a message on the home answering machine that his phone was in my car!

I did a u-turn on the toll road and headed back to the airport with no way to reach Harry, but assumed he would be looking for me.  Then my cell phone rang and it was Harry calling from his laptop.  He said "I am breaking out the 2000 technology....need help!  My phone is in your car."   I laughed and told him Chip had heard his message and I was already on my way back to the airport and would meet him where I dropped him off.

I pulled up and he thanked me profusely.  I said "What did you do with yourself while you were waiting?  You didn't have a phone to look at?"  He said "It was scary."

Then I got this text from him:

"I am through security.  Only my mom can drop ya off, send ya on a wild goose chase to get in touch with her, drive back, give you your phone, and STILL have you at the gate an hour early for your flight."

Made me laugh.  You can never be too early!

In other news....

• Chip went to see a scary movie last night with his buddies.  He sat right next to me on the couch for half an hour after he got home telling me how NOT scared he was.  HaHa!  
• Marking things off my New Year to do list feels so good! 
• Cooper loves his momma.  But she can't pet him too much cause that makes him mad.  

• I have some yummy meals planned for the next few days.  Hope I can make them pretty! 
• On my list for the weekend.  Remove all the outdoor lights and store them in a way that I don't hate myself next November.  Wish me luck! 

Happy Friday to you and I hope the weekend ahead goes by slowly and gives you lots of time to recharge! 

A Cooper First

This morning, I took the worst dog in the world on a walk with our friend Sheri.  I say "our" friend because Sheri is one of those people who loves dogs and when Cooper jumps up and tries to lick her back molars she says things like "Sorry buddy."  She thinks he is so special.  I think he is a menace.

Anyway, on our way back home Cooper found a 14 inch completely smashed frozen squirrel carcass that he immediately picked up in his mouth and started walking with.  Sheri and I were both gagging and I just knew he was going to start chomping and chewing on that freeze dried bit of decaying animal.  But guess what?

I told him to "leave it".....AND HE LEFT IT!!!

He dropped that dead squirrel and kept on walking!

I was stunned.

It has never worked before and may never work again, but this morning....Cooper dropped a dead squirrel when I told him to and there was a party on Falcon Drive.  Sheri and I both loved on him so hard and he was very confused.  It was epic!

Hooray for Cooper!

Then he came home and jumped up and bit my hand when I took off his leash.  I think he was mad our walk was over and was jumping up to grab his leash but also chomped my hand. No permanent damage, but it hurt.  Jerk Face.