The dog show is over and Karla and I are back from Colorado almost safe and sound. My brain seems to be functioning again after two weeks and Karla now thinks she is Queen of the pack (but she still takes a wide berth around Sam who is REALLY cranky lately).
We met new friends and old friends and only one really stupid person (which I brought to her attention). I was sure I wouldn’t recognize anyone after so many years but guess what? They didn’t recognize me!!! Am I that much older looking? Everything went as per usual. Since my feet hurt, we took the easy way and asked for a wheelchair. Why doesn’t everyone do that I wonder? For a tip they zip you right to your gate thank goodness. It has been so long since I have flown from a large airport I just couldn’t believe that you had to take a train to a plane!
I had sedatives for Karla thank goodness! I put her into her Airpod which slides over the handle of the suitcase. The wheelchair pusher parked us at the gate. I let go of the handle. Karla wiggled. The case and Karla fell over. I grabbed for her. The wheelchair fell over. The entire terminal ran over to stare at the poor disabled lady on the floor who was helped up by the stewardess who stood beside me until I was on the plane. I then gave Karla a sedative and ate my portion of the three peanuts shared by all the passengers. At Chicago where I changed planes I noticed that Karla had her head stuck between the metal bar in her bag and the mesh and was just hanging there. The company has yet to answer my letter.
Theresa and Chris came to get me which was very nice of them because I forgot the time change which made it at 10:30 pm and everyone had to get up early in the morning. They were even nice enough to drive through McDonalds so I could eat. I shared my burger with Karla and that was the end of her eating kibble…still. (By the way, I absolutely love Chris and his son!)
Monica was my chauffeur. I think she wanted to put a tag on me with my name and address because I was so exhausted that I could never remember where her car was or make any decisions. The only decision I made was that I WANT ARCHER! He is absolutely adorable and could do one of Beamer’s tricks. That was jumping back and forth from bed to bed. I was in stitches. I think though that he was as nervous as I. Archer’s arrows go straight to Monica’s heart so I doubt she will let me have him.
Karla turned into this thing. Here is this shy dog that I was worried about even taking into the hotel that saw a Great Dane and tried to attack it! Good grief!!! She was even patient when it took me about five tries to get my door open and pretended not to hear what I said when I broke my coffeepot. The maid left a nice note: 1. Turn on power, 2. put thingee in thing. Leave thingee in thing because the hole you made is not to pour the coffee into the where the water goes, 3. pour water into water hole (they could label them) and press “brew”.
One of the shows Karla and the other undocked Aussie were dismissed from the ring. I was so angry that I cried because I could see that yes, having a tail is not in the standard but I guess having feet pointing in all directions and a head on backwards is just fine. Pamela saw that I was about to go in and kill the judge so she made me sit down and talked me into just asking the judge if they were dismissed because of their tails. Of course the answer was “OH NO!”. I actually smiled, shook her hand and left. None of the tailed Aussies did as well as I expected. Karla won her class but that was about it. Karla felt like she had to ride in the back of the bus and drink out of a special water fountain just because her spine wasn’t amputated.
We had a wonderful party with the dogs and people running together at a beautiful house hosted by Katrina and David. The next door neighbor came out of his door with a black lab, saw all these Aussies coming around the corner one by one non stop, turned around and went back in his door. It really was hysterical.
Finally sad goodbyes and I go up to the desk to pay and they charge me over $100 per night! I still have to straighten that one out. Luck was with me again with Pamela walking up at the same time to tell them it should be just $80 something. Of course the manager wasn’t there. So later.
Got home smoothly due to wheelchair pushers and crashed. In the middle of the night I wake up screaming because my back hurt so much. I stood up and my feet didn’t hurt at all. You figure that out. I gulped one of Hubby’s back pills and went to the foot doctor as scheduled and found that I had plantar fasciitis (sp). So, he molded little ballerina shoes with COLD water and I will get the insoles in the mail. I set up an appointment for the back. Next day I thought I had the Camel flu but half-way through the day realized that I forgot to take my pills.
I’m not even going to mention what happened with my wonderful historian job and hubby and I decided to go up North tomorrow for the rest of the week so something else could happen bad to me (aside from the fact that we are having a difficult time selling our house and now they are putting a machine shop next to us). This is in an agricultural zone.
Well, now that you all know that things have been normal with me I bid you adieu and warn you that you should probably stay as far away from me as you can!