Scooby Doo Ending

First off, let me say a big thank you to all who suggested books for me to read. I was truly excited by the responses and I look forward to settling down on my couch and curling up with a good book!

I don't have a lot to say today but I do have a lot to get done today so I fear that this post will be quite random, but that's how I usually roll. I have some stuff to catch you up on-

For example:

Our bedroom needed an update (a cheap update) so I went to Walmart to piece together some items I liked and voila! It's a much better place to be now. I love those colors. It's kind of ridiculous how I keep going back to them. My bedroom in college had similar colors and my bed at my parents' house does, too. Well, I guess that's not my bed anymore...so weird. Moving on...

I also taught Drifter to shake:



He seems to be calming down a lot. I hope the puppy days are coming to a close, but I don't think I could be so lucky. He has really good days, but he can still be a slight terror at times, too. The good thing is, he's too cute not to love.

Oh, man...Now here's a funny Drifter story-

(Imagine a scooby doo ending here)

I rolled over early one morning because of the symphony of dog barks and the audible sound of tires crunching over gravel. Too sleepy to pay it much mind, I laid still, willing myself back to sleep. Then the barking ceases and there's the distinct sound of someone leaving our driveway. I was curious so I peeked outside to see a jeep, speeding away. It was then that I realized I couldn't hear my annoying sweet puppy's vocals any longer. I woke up J fully and said, "That's odd, Drifter is quiet now" to which he jokingly responded, "Maybe whoever that was stole him." Not funny.

I raced to the window to look out into the backyard at our dog, but he wasn't there. Frantic, I tried to make sense of the situation. All I could conclude was that someone in a white jeep took off with our furry child. I alerted J to the fact that Drifter was indeed missing and, call me crazy, but I expected him to jump into action. When he did nothing of the sort, I became infuriated. Did he not care that someone stole our dog? I was so worried that he was taken from us because he is so annoying and that he would soon meet an untimely demise. I knew there was no possible way that someone liked him so much that they wanted to take him. I'm a realist, people.

Anyway, long story short- Drifter broke his line trying to get at the neighbor's dog, Otie, who was taunting him on our lawn. After 30 minutes of near-tears, we see ole D-Nugget barreling at us full force. I was so happy that he was alive and well. I probably hugged him for five minutes, not letting him out of my sight. Sheepishly, I turned to Captain J and apologized for freaking out for no reason but then I scolded him for not jumping in immediately to save the day. His response?

"I track down people for a living. I was just remaining calm and piecing together the facts. There was no need to over-react. Did you want me to chase after the jeep?"

MEN!

It turns out that jeep that I desperately wanted to call the cops on belonged to two of our good friends. Now wouldn't that have been funny? I guess we can conclude that I love my dog more than I let on ;)

Adios.