The alarm is set for 4:50 a.m. (Yes, it does suck.) At 4:45, I awakened to the sound of Dudley, on the bed, chewing at his hind leg/butt cheek. You know that sound - a dog working on an itch. So I was half awake, listening to this sound, wondering what time it was, and whether I had the energy to tell him to knock it off, when...Dudley Farted.
It was a spectacular, very long, very loud, very comical fart - which would have been funny enough, but his response was even better. He LEAPED off the bed in a panic. It was like he blew himself off the bed. He had been chewing a spot on his butt, and he must have farted into his own ear. Then, when he heard me laughing, he jumped back into the bed and gave me a huge greeting: "Did you hear that BIG, SCARY sound? OMG, I'm so glad you're awake!"
As his mommy said, this dog could have his own reality TV show - just follow him around with cameras rolling, and edit it into a half hour.
As much as I hate getting up so early, this morning I did start the day laughing. That only lasted until I left the house, but it was refreshing.
One more day until vacation. I think I can make it. I'm off Thursday, which is good because this damn house has generated more Special Opportunities to Write Checks, and I can take care of one of them bright and early on Thursday, then launch on a day of errands and packing - not that packing will be elaborate; there's a good chance of rain, so it will be a jeans and old shoes kind of wardrobe. Because Friday, it's off to Maryland Sheep and Wool - yarn, wine, funny conversation, food, sheeps and lambies, and my personal faves, the alpacas.
On the same day I leave for MD, Boy will be leaving in the opposite direction, flying from Asheville to Seattle, to open a new location for his employer. He's scheduled to be out there for about six weeks, and I hope he finds some time to see some sights and have some fun.
Meanwhile, Girl's back is still FUBAR. No word on the scheduling of the MRI yet.