In the immortal words of Sweet Baby James, I’m fleeing Carolina in my Mind…
Oh. He didn’t write “fleeing”?
Well, anyway….
Regardless, I’m leaving for the airport at 9 for a 12:15 flight. With the goofy way the airlines have been lately, I really want to do that check in 2 hours before flight thing. If USAirways wasn’t being so iffy I’d leave later and spend the time with the puppies (or better yet, taking a pre-flight nap!). I’m (basically) packed, I’m ready to go. Gene thinks the world’s most spoiled beagle (or at least her brother…) is going to be lost without me. I just hope they think I’ve gone to work. I believe dogs don’t have much of a concept of time.
And before I quit typing, let’s all wish Joe and Julie the best. This weekend they’re going to go meet a rescue German Shepherd to see if she’ll be a good fit as the newest member of the family. (For the record, I did NOT try to offer them a rescue beagle…).
Speaking of…I hear Scooby turning over his food dish…th-th-th-that’s all folks!