Friday, my car pretended that she was sick so that she could spend the day with Bill at the garage. Seriously. He heard the noise two days earlier when I asked him to listen, but when there was a whole day with an appointment and everything – nothing.
We spent some time trolling the websites for another dog.
Saturday was Blanket Day. The take of blankets – bagged, tagged and ready to deliver – was in the neighborhood of 750:
Today, my mother caved and turned on the A/C. I took Gibbs to the dog park. This is what he looked like the entire time:
Until he lost his ball. Then he looked like this:
Then I took him home to take a nap while my mother screamed at March Madness and I went over to the Chicagoland Pet Expo. I talked with several of the rescues and there was one particular Border Collie mix that I couldn’t get out of my head, so I took her picture and e-mailed it to my mother who had a hundred questions. So I was the idiot texting and walking through the trade show. Sorry about that.
When I got home and took out the garbage, I saw this:
Neighbors’ flowers. This weekend, I also saw that my tulips are coming up. And I saw a bumblebee. In each of these three moments I thought, “Poor thing. You’re doomed.”
Then I finished Season 2 of Downton Abbey, which I will tell you about later.
So that was a good weekend.