There are now
days left until I move home to the States.
Things are spinning quickly down to the wire!
Ryan and I got an unexpected call yesterday that threw a huge wrench into our plans.
PetAir called to let us know that the dogs’ flight on the 14th of April had been canceled. The forecast for the week came in with a temperature on the day they land in Phoenix above 85 degrees.
While I appreciate the care they are taking to make sure my boys are safe I personally think that the fact that the plane won’t land until late that night should have some bearing on canceling a flight only days before hand… but hey that’s the way the cookie crumbles.
So, now the boys are flying out on Thursday morning (yep in TWO days) and we have to make arrangements for them to be picked up without one of us there!
This is not a happy dog mom. I do NOT like the idea of putting them on the plane and then not being there when they come off. Especially when three years ago they basically had nervous breakdowns… they DO NOT like to fly and it’s three years later and both are well into their senior years…
But, there’s nothing we can do about it so the house is abuzz with preparations for sending them off.
On a happier note I wanted to share a cute story I got in an email with you!
“While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, a minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently his five year old son and his playmates had found a dead bird. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.
The minister’s son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity he intoned his version of what he thought his father always said from the pulpit;
“Glory be unto the Faaaather and unto the Sonnnnnn,
And INTO THE HOLE HE GOES!”